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2nd COPY 

^e^^COPlES RECEIVED. 

E \ievii\ a-35onlingf to act of Oongresg , 
in the yeir 1S98 , by J. J. Ellyson , in 
the Oiliji of the Librarian of Caagreas , 
at Washington . 



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DE01GATE9- 




To — Friends and Teachers scattered far and wide 
To— Glass-mates out upon Life'8 mighty tide; 
To — Those I love , and those who love ma true , 
I Dedicate this Little Book to you . 

The Author . 






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* Taken from the author's songs , some of which 
aio iuscrted only 'oy tXv- re'iu^et of frit^urt*. 

After The Battle • • • • 45 

Album Verse A • • • • 9 

" B • • • • 20 

M J .... 29 

* America • 1 

Annie D. 117 

A Svvinr ' s Love • • • • gQ 

* A Short Life • • • • 113 

B'^r.y 48 

* BemUfiil JTeavcn • * * • 4f) 

* r.iark Wolf C4 

'^ Bright Eyt's 97 

Chalsie Gazelle * • • • 98 

Camping- Out .... jjq 

College Review .... 225 

Death Of Garfield • • • • \\ 

Debt • • • • 27 

Deserted .... g-y 

Divorced • • • • .'>2 

* Dreary Days • • • '101 
Daniel • . . •. -^^2 
Disappointments .... 221 

Ethel's Birdie ' • • • 22 

Evening Musings * • • • 30 

Eva • • • • 51 

* Faithfulness ' ' ' • 50 
Fleecing " * * • 95 

* Forsaken • • • • 113 



Grant 

* Glen Dale • • 
Gr.iiiJfather's Time aaJ Oura 

* Intolerance 

Jell n vail and Caesar 

* Jamie 
Jc.".iOusy 

* Lilly Play Softly • 

* Long'ing" to Labor 

My Bride 

My M'>iintain Home 

Mother 

November Rains 

Oithodox Hwll 
» Octobov 

Pt,ea-;j.)Oit Ci-eek * 

* Oiiuiiiiao j3ey);v.l tho Cloud 
^^ S ilv.i.tiun ' s Gates 

T:je Boy iiariter 
Two Bliiii Btby 
Tim Baiiiier and I ara Out 

* The Couiin>j' Day 
The Criti.-: 
Tlie Djad Wife 

* T'le Disciple 

* T.ie Dying- Cjnipanion 

* Tin G. A.. R. CA\ii\} 
The Golden Clipper 
Tiie Hap_)ie3t Man 
The Laborer 



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104 
105 

72 

49 
112 
115 

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114 

15 
44 

67 

6S 

62 

99 



13 

67 
U9 

43 
6 

93 
116 
108 

59 
111 
123 
100 

es 

34 
85 



The Little Bi-own Crib 


10 


The Maniac . . . . 


28 


The Mansion 


32 


Tlie Meeseng-or . . . • 


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* The Mock Coogress 


98 


The Old Homestead 


23 


* The Old Musician and his Harp 


7 


The Oi-plian Boy 


41 


The Phebe Cliapman 


21 


The Prairie Fire 


71 


♦ The Riivoiution 


ino 


The fc'.Hinls' Inheritance 


ICS 


The Soolpior 


119 


The Soil.? I'ird 


17 


The Siar«' T.iffy Party 


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The Two Artg<^l3 


cUi 


The Two Liv«-3 


73 


♦ The Wanderer 


20 


T > D, '2. B. ' • • 


47 


To J. B. I.L 


3) 


To Tljose I'd Love to Name 


5.J 


Wendell Phillips • 


18 


* Weary of Life 


118 


* Within the City ' 


121 



NOTES. 

General A^ent , W. H. Funk , Collins , Iowa . 
Corre^jiondenoe at any liinw addressed to my Gen. Ag-t. 
will be surp to reach me . 

Guilleniets . 1 have not always used guillemets in quotH- 
»ions , that are so commonly used , that every genera! reader 
are familiar with and knows tiiem to be quotations . 

Page 2 . Steamboat Creek and Lake are south of Lai-anue 
City , VVyo. near the Slate Line . I spent the winter of T&-77 
and part of the following- summer in that vicinity . 

P 7 . The program for the commencement exercises of a 
college was sent to me , stating , that a lady would sing a 
sel#ction , entitled "The Old Musician and his Harp " , which 
suggested this poem . I have not seen nor heard the song . 

PP20, 49. 72. There is a strong sentiment springing up 
in some pai-ts of the U. S. as well as in foreign countries , to 
blot out Religious Liberty . Many have been fined , impris- 
oned and driven in chain-gangs with criminals for conscience 
sake . And the spirit of bigotry and oppi-ession is increasing 
so rapidly in many places . that some have asked if we are 
not returning to the "dark ages ? " 

P 23 . The Old Homestead is now the heart of a busy town . 

P 24 . Among the Indian graves on the banks of the Iowa 

P 68 . Anchored in the San Francisco Bay when I visited 
the city of San Francisco in 1876 . 

P 93 . The reader will recognize at once the pattern in 
" Betsy and I are out . " 

P 96 . In nearly all colleges the debating and literary 
societies organize mock congresses , and we lia I ours . 

P 97 . In youth I heard fragments of a song just once , 
of which the last liTie of each verse was; "Her bright eyes 
haunt me still . " More than fifteen years afterwards this 
poem was written . How nmch of the former is incorporate* 
in this one , only those know , who are acipiainted with both . 

P 93 . This p )em lias th.- same origin as the one mentioned 
in the preceding mt.' . Tii • t .v.> last lines of ea^h verse 
were , " The cold chilly win Id of Djc<Mnber , " &c . Written 
some years after tieai-ing fragments of that song . 

P 1.01 . Same as in th3 two prceding notes . " When thp 
roses come agiin , " was the last line of each verse . 



P 109 Traveling on foot nnd nlone tlirou^h a moanfainoiis dis- 
trict in Ore^'-on , on a cold driz/.ly D«c«mber day . towards even- 
ing- I came to a log- cabin soimi distance iVoai any other (iwelling. 
The gentleman was absent . but at my requeat the lady permit- 
ted me to stay all niirht . Thei-e were five children , the oldest 
u. young lady about seventeen . Every thing- bore signs of the 
deepest poverty: but . to my siir}>rise they proved to be well 
advanced in their studies . having lived in the Etst; but mis- 
fortune had driven them to the frontier . After supper the 
young lady bi-ought a large auto-harp to me and asked if I 
could tune it . 1 told her that I could . and a cry of joy passed 
from lip to lip; and no wonder . f tr it had been voiceles for a- 
bout six months . Pine knots were piled in the tire- place for a 
light . ( aR they had no oil for their lamp. ) When I had tuned 
it their thanks fell upon me in a sliower . Seating herself in 
the circle slie began to play , and instantly became unconscious 
to ail her sui-roundinge . Her tingers swept the strings like 
the shadow of an angel's hand . The very air seemed resonant 
with magical sounds . I w.jp entranced . Never did I hear 
such fairy music befoi-e . Her singing equaled her phiv'ng . 
Time riew by unheeded . I lookeii at my watch . It was past 
midnight. The mother spoke once . twice, thi-ice; but the 
spell could not be broken . It was neariy 2 o'clock when we 
retired . In the morning I wrote this poem and set it to one 
of her compositions of music . 

P 112 . Visiting a gardiner in the vicinity of an asylum , 
where a very talented and cultured lady was confined . I often 
saw her pacing to an<l fi-o behind the barred window singing 
this chorus again and again . I caught both her words and 
tune . Much of her singing was harsh and inct)herent , but 
the moment she struck this strain , it became loud , dis- 
tinct , smooth and sweet . 

P 113 The poem entitled A Short Life , was suggested 
by "The Bridge" , written by Longfellow • 

P 120 . This mischief no doubt was the work of some 
miscreants , who felt slighted at not i-eceiving an invitation to 
the party . The Star Litej-ai-y Society . niimbei-ed among ite 
members many of the Vu-ightest students in school . 

P 124 . Composed after reading '* The Beautiful City " , 

written by .1. W. Riley . 
P 135 . The characters are all jeal and true , but some 
of the names are changed . 

J.J. Ellyson , 

San Fi-ancisco , Ca! . 




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Silver-toned Imgles and innsical a;iUiein3 . 
Steal throug-h the innuiitains and ovhp tlio plains , 
And this is the song they are s^ounding in gladness , 
" Grand is this country where Liberty reigns . " 
Christians can worsliip and free from oppi-essiun , 
Thanks be to God for tliis National fame , 
And God bless onr i-nlers and Peace to our Nation , 
Whose free constitution but honors his name . 

Compare wUh our country the bondage in Egypt , 
Or when the fifth angel was sounding its woe , * 
Or the atheist' s land in the red " reign of terror , " 
May such devastations our country ne'er know . 
Go tell to all heathendom , rulers and subjects , 
That our land ' s full of sunlight from Heaven ' s 

dear throne , 
An \ Arabia , Thibet , Morocco , nor Russia , 
Know::: not the freedom that on us has shone . 

O roll back the billowy clouds of oppression , 
And light up theii- lieart.s with the hymns that we sing. 
Maj- those rulers accoi-d to their subjects the freedom , 
That makes an Amei-ican moi-e than a king. 
O '• Banner of Beauty " . the flag of our Nation , 
Long may you wave o ' ei* the " land of the free " , 
Peace ane God's blessing on pai-ties and churches , 
As long aa they honor Jehov;',li and thee . 

* Rev. 9 . Fulfilled by the Mohamedans . 



J ■SsTiaSliOAf CREEK, ^ 



There's a dancing- 1 i H ! i? sfrt'iitiJet , 

Which bring;8 to me a thrill . 
With noisy little cascades , 

That sound just like a mill ; 
Goes through a pleasant val ley , 

With many a gurgling- sound , 
And the grass ne ' er cropped by cattle 

No Bweeter can be found . 

' T is a vale of perfect beauty , 

Scarcely though a furlong wide . 
k score of springs come bubbling up . 

Along the mountain side ; 
They flow into one channel , 

A-down the hills they go , 
Making music on their journey , 

Till they reach the plain below . 

There 're a hundred little cascades . 

How I love to hear them roar . 
Making much more plcf.fart mu?ir . 

Than the waves a]()ng th*- sh'TP ; 
Plunging o ' er the prtcipict r , 

Foaming on the rocks below , 
Rushing « rumbling , softly singing , 

Of its ever rapid How . 




A.nd the buttei-cups ;a:d daisies , 

Lin,:; the edges ol' the brink , 
1 ' ve lain myseli:' a. thou.iciud times , 

A.iuong them there to drii-ii . 
Auu tlie moiiutaiu groupie uiid tiowers , 

Atid myseii would diiak i^^'ain , 
Ui liiat little hrooiv liiai gilded , 

i'Ui-oug'h tile cari<;n to tiie piaia . 

Just before it j-eaohed the canon , 

On one side a boulder sto^d , 
Uti the otiiei- side a htmi'jck , 

Ldie an old au ancient druid ; 
Ana some smaller pines ana Leuiloeks , 

JMade a pleasant camping spot , 
\v Uile around my feet were scattered , 

A few wild ioi-get-me-nots . 

There the mountain sheep aud bisou , 

Beai- and antelope and usei- , 
In tlieir i-ambles throug-li. i\:v forest , 

Drank its waters brigiit and clear . 
And the tigea ones liavc lain themswlves . 

liesjae tiiid mountain stream , 
And waiteii patiently for de.ah . 

^i.nd ito long pleasant 'Av\ii\c: 

VneJ-e i sa>t me down and i or . . . 

i'^iileu with ecstasy 1 g-;z -d 
Out across the distant Iiil,. :,j . 

W'nere the sun in beauty t,...7,ed . 
L'.id.^rneath his burning furnace , 

tlose the inonntaiu tops of auow . 
Ai.d an ea,gle perched above me , 

As the breeze beg^an to blovr . 



Ah! Pi-ou 5 emblem of my country , 

Are you free fi-ora dang'er here ? 
Have you come to 1 ive in dreamland ? 

Where you have no need of fear ? 
Why not bi-inj y.^ ;i- co.nrad*. with you ? 

There ' re a dozen in your flock . 
Or perhaps you do n't live happy , 

Far away on Chimney Rock . 

Over all the finow-cappcd mountains , 

Was n border of l)r',;^-ht gold ; 
But its beauty and perfectio.i , 

Never , never can be told . 
Sec t".:ose dark c,-reen spires above me , 

Reii clung' half wny to the sky , 
And the mountains all ar«und me , 

And the rocky gorge close by ; 

And the murmuring little streamlet. 

Ever busy in its race , 
Keeping time with song and dancing , 

With an ever smi 1 ing face . 
Rushing down the roc!;y rap'ds , 

Leaping o'er the dizzy steep , 
Singing happy songs forever . 

Never taking time to sleep . 

Thus I pondered long in silence , 

Till the eve Was drawing on ; 
Every evil thought and feeling , 

From my seltish heart v;as gone . 
And I seemed as near to heaven , 

As mortal i ty can be , 
E'en I seemed to drop this burden , 

And my spirit wandered free . 



13i!t a. lou'":er splash than usual , 

From a lish of greater size . 
Broke th ' enehantin.sj spell that bound me 

And I opened wide my eyes , 
Ay the Sun was slowly setting-. 

In a shimmaring- lake of gold , 
And the fleecy cloads and streamers . 

Fj'om the west in g-randeur rolled . 

And a woodchuck o>.\ the hillside, 

Gave a b:ii'k or two . and than 
Down he ran a" ongf the ledga , and 

'Whist ! he wint iito liis den . 
Then the eagle spread his pinions , 

Far across the li : I 1 s he flew , 
(irowing snial ler every moment , 

Till at last he hid from view . 

And ray senses over- whelmed , 

In this beauteous evening- scene , 
Hills of snow and shidy woodland, 

Valleys robed in 1 1 )wers and g-j'een . 
Til"; moonbeams and star - 1 i t luavans. 

Made each beautj' seem to vie , 
And I wished to end' my rambling.-; . 

There amongst the flowei-s to lie . 

In that vale where Nature ' s perfrjct , 

Perfect from the il>iiiJ , Divine , 
There she points her finger heavenward , 

Egotheists go there and dine . 
Av^^ I pinned tn>on my bosom , 

Just one swi!t. io.-g^t ■ im - not , 
That id why I cant foi-get it , 

Ever hallowed little spot. 



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What a b^autifu! l><ino- my baby will be , 
When she reaches that heavenly land . 
H.^r smiles will be sw.^et and her eyes will bt' In-ig'ht 
An I hei" vdioe ench iil inj:iy bland . 

The ringlets of g,t\.\ m her tresses of hair , 
Will play in the bi-e ■/, »s of iSpring , 
And the sound of hi-)- timbrel will dance on the air . 
And the angels around hei' will sing . 

Vou may talk of the honor and pomp of this world , 
The riches and titles of kings , 
But I ' d give all the kingdoms this world ever saw , 
To feel jnst what Innocence brings . 

1 ' m weary with toil and the heat of the day , 
And often to anguish I ' m driven , 
But I care not for that if at last I may go , 
And sit ' side of baby in heaven . 




T»E OLD SSysiCiflti e^D HIS HgR! 



I saw the o 1 d musician , 

Benealli llie wil?( \v tree , 
And tlie music of his harp , 

Soun(le(i soft • across the lea . 

His white benrd lay on his bosom , 

Ai!(l Lis tingers swept the strings , 

And his song was melancholly — 

Heai- how mournfully he sings . 

Hoai-y locks lay on his shoulders , 

And his eyas were on the sky , 

And the burden of his sonnet . 

Rested on the " By and by " . 

Sweet and low his voice trembled , 

As he reached a silv'ry strain, 

Then a pause, and Ihen a whisper, 
I scarcely heard the soft refrain . 

Then his tingers 1 ike a shadow , 

Swept the strings in one wi Id choid , 
And tlie wind-harp's music mingled, 
v/ith the music of <he bard . 

All the songsters of the foi-e&t , 

Kushod in wonder at the sound ; 

And tl:8 magic roiling upward , 

Echoed with a soft rebound . 



And my heart was etirred within me , 
I was bound by th ' magic spell , 

In an ecstasy I lingered , 

Where the music rose and fell . 

Playing- now the wind-swept chorus , 
Of the " Lady of the Lake ". 

And the requiem of Dimond , 

Caused my head and heart to ache . 

And the poem " ' er the river ". 

And " The Burial of John Moore " , 
•'The Dead Wife ", and " Biidg-e of Sighe '' 

Thus the minstrel sang, them o'er. 

Louder then the music swelling , 

Hapjiy ciiorus clear and sharp ; 

Quiver , pause , then lower , lower , 
Fell the old musician ' s harp . 

There ' s a shadow on the water , 

And dark Azrael draweth nigh . 

Silver harp and wierd musician , 

Swan-like songs will sweetly die . 

Sweeter then the music sounded , 
Clearer , louder than before ; 

Twang ! the sweet harp-strings are broken , 
And the harp will play no more . 

And the heart-strings of the singer , 

Quivered onc^> and then ^ere still ; 

And the music ' s hushed forever , 

That I heard beyond the rill . 

The harp-strings were snapped asunder , 
And the harper 's voice had fled ; 

On his mossy seat reclining , 

Sat the old musician , dead . 



There the murramuring- l.rook lan near liiin , 

Over pebbles smooth and wliite , 
And the fleecy streameis floated , 

In tlje evening- ' s soft twilight . 

And the rijijiles of fh<'_ hikelet , 

Broke in cadence at his- feet , 

A.nd a mellow light from heaven , 
Cast a halo ' i-ound his seat . 

The pale nieoii looked down in sadness , 

As th(! shadows sw(?pt the lake , 
Then the * faij-ies broug-lit their lanterns , 
And we kept the silent wake . 

And tlie stars danced on the lakelet , 

Rifted clonals sai!ed through the sky , 

And the midnight wind in breathing 

Through the maples , seemed to sigh . 

There we liiid h'm ' nen,th the willow . 

With the harp across bis breast ; 
And the ha,rp n,nd old musician , 

Lies forever there at rest . 



^ ALBUM VERSgnA ^ 



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Let the shadrtvv of God be the s'lelter of man , 
The cause of the Savio]* the w?j'fare of man , 
The " Sword of the S^driL " the weapon of man 
And all will bo well in the end . 

* Fireflies 



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THE LITTLE BWm SH!B. 



There stands the crib in the coi-ner , 
Unlocked , empty and lone ; 

We set it there the same evening , 

That the little one went home. 

We go through tiie halls a-singing , 
We shout at the parlor door , 

But stop when we enter the chamber , 

And look at the crib on the floor . 

Little brown crib in the corner. 
Has a family hist ' ry to tell ; 

One sickly babe was rocked in it , 

But the others were strong and well . 

When the wee one died they robed it , 
And laid it there where it died ; 

And we gathered around the cradle , 
And silently knelt by its side . 

They carried our darling and laid it 

To rest , on the side of the hill , 

Within sound of the roai-ing waters , 

That pours o ' er the dam at the mill 

Empty the crib and forgotten , 

As loud rings the laugh as before , 
Yet silence broods in the chamber . 

As we look at the cradle once more . 



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I thiuk ot the crib in the (^rtiuer . 

When I follow ray one horse plow , 
Or swing my scythe in the meadow , 

Or toss the hay in the mow , 

At home , at church . or at market . 

And whenever I enter the room , 
I see a spangle connecting . 

That little brown ci-ib and the tomb 





DEATH OF GARFIELD . 



The statesman chief Oii liis pillow lay . 
And seemed to be sweetly dreaming , 
When he saw on the waters a wandering bark. 
With its aft-light faintly gleaming . 

With a pallid brow but a steady nerve , 
Re felt that the boat was nearing . 
He saw it land and he heard the call . 
And the thought to him was cheering . 

The boatman he never had seen before , 
And although he was a stiaiiger , 
He stepped on board and the mutlled oars , 
Sped away from the shore of danger . 

They sailed for miles o ' er a soundless sea . 
His thoughts on. the past life dwelling; 
Sometimes mid calms and again mid storms 
Kis heart in his bosom swelling . 



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Away in the distance they beckoned to him , 
And he seemed to heai- them singing . 
As the i-eapers gathered them one by one , 
At the blast of the trumpet ringing . 

* ^ * * * * . 

lie crossed the river at dead of night , 
Where the billows wild were foaming ; 
He dropped asleep on the other shore , 
Where the winds were softly moaning . 

Ang'iish forgotten , and pain unknown , 
Silent the sleeper was sleeping ; 
But friends gathei-ed theie to sorrow with those , 
Who over the statesman were weeping . 

But why do we moui-n for the president , dead ? 
He has left us the brightest ensample ; 
He had courage and honor , firmness and truth , 
And for us he set the example , 

So wish him not back to moi-tality ' s gloom ; 
Let us labor our son-ow to smother , 
And bid him adieu . till again we shall meet , 
Oar pilot . our frien(\ and our brother . 

Now bear him away to his peaceful rest , 
And publish the wonderful slory ; 
How toiling through poverty he had reached , 
The height of ambition and glory , 

O tell how he fought for the Union , that won ; 
The enemy's bullets defying, 
With sword in his hand he m irched to the front , 
In tlie faith of his country relying. 



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So close o'er his body the grave in the turf. 
Let hi u r^sl till the great jiidgcnaal day ; 
•' And then to the ra-msions in heaven he' 11 go , 
And a crown shall r^vard him" they say . 

Now he ' s gone ; but forever , shall raera ' ry linger 
Around the cold dust of our statesman so graTid ; 
Beyond th^se dark sc^nf»s in the bright worlci of glory , 
We hope we shall meet with a clasp of the han<i . 





SUMMER 




When the Sun mounts up in his glorious strt'nglh 

And flashes his heat across the plains , 

And the sweltering heat and the simmering air , 

Sweeps ' er the meadows and down the lanes . 

And there " s not a cloud in the azure sky , 

To throw a shadow across the way , 

On the harvest fields and the clover bloom , 

Where the men are reaping and making hay . 

And we almost melt ' neath the scorching sun , 
When the quiv'ring rays seem dancing fleet, 
then we long for a shady spot , 
And the pleasant breeze of a cool retreat . 
How sweet to wander amid the grovr-s , 
Stroll up and down the rocky streams , 
And loiter on the grassy banks , 
Entranced in summer ' s happy dreams . 



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Th ' ea'.'hanted breath of the greenwood leaves . 
The sweet perfume of the scented flowers , 
The singing birds and the humming bees , 
As they wander through the shady bowers , 
Each have an influence soft and sweet , 
Wliich o'er my senses in silence creep ; 
All fades from view , when the balmy breeze 
Kisses my eyelids into sleep . 

Dream oh slumberer I beautiful dreams ; 
Rocked in the cradle on nature ' s breast ; 
Dream of a far more beautiful land , 
Where the go^.i will enjoy an endless rest . 
There the groves ai-e gi-einer , the streams more clear , 
Softer the tints of more gorgeous tskies , 
And the landscape beyond th ' immortal line , 
Is hid from our wondering weeping eyes . 

We awake , but Nature is just the same , 
So we plunge in the cool and pleasant lake , 
And then we wander along the shore , 
And chase the bitterns throutrh the brake. 
Sometimes we watch the speckled trout , 
At play in the moss or among the rocks , 
Till we hear the horns of the shepherd boys , 
Coming down the hills to water their flocks . 

And the Sun descends o , er the western hills . 

From the North springs the fresh cool evening i>reeze 

And the v/oodland choir at the close of day , 

Begins their song in the maple trees . 

And the beautiful sky above the sun , 

Painted by God , s mysterious hand , 

Emits the glories of that world on high , 

Ecstatic vision of that heavenly land . 



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MY SRIOE. 




Misting- the clouds hang- over our heads , 

Dark and dreary . 
Sudden the change from a sunnie day , 

So pleasant and cheery . 
Wild howls the wind a-down the valley , 

And over the hills , 
Rustling the leafy trees , 

Disturbing the rills . 
The corn in the tield is nodding . 

The blades turned over ; 
The beans lie flat on the ground , 

And 8« does the clover . 

Clouds racing across the sky , 

Chariots of air ; 
Colored with logwood or ink , 

Black as despair . 
Nothing are wind-storms and rain , 

Tempest , sweep by ; 
Howl o , er the earth and sea , 

Weep , moan and sigh . 
Down m my craving heart , 

In the softest chamber , 
I feel a longing to see one : 

Yes . I claim her . 

The world moves happy around me , 
And I ' m hapjiy too ; 

And burdens of care are lightened . 
Since her I knew . 



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Tonight with anxiety burning , 

Within my breast , 
1 ' 11 dream I ' m upon the billows , 

No home nor rest . 
The thunders will boom and bellow , 

The lightnings dart , 
And it all will be only the echo , 

Of my heart . 

Whei-e is my dark-eyed bride ? 

I asked of the wind ; 
And when comes the moj-ning light , 

Will I see her again ? 
It hissed out a harsh reply , 

' Neath the box-elder : 
" I know not that bride of yours , 

Never beheld her . 
But there is one lady I know , 

A dark-eyed maiden ; 
The roses upon her cheeks , 

Are with fragrance laden . 
She lives over the hills , 

Near Muddy Water ; 
8he is , if I'm not mistaken , 

A model daughter . 
But never in earth n«r heaven , 

Will she be your bride" ; 
Keen was his scornful contempt , 

So I stepped aside . 
So I ' m left in a tit of anguish , 

Alone , tonight ; 
And 1 wonder where she is sleeping . 

To-night , to-night . 



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THE SONG mm . 




iSing me a song- little bird in the tree, 

Jnst as I lay down to sleep ; 
And chiiTwp your warblings at earliest dawn 

As the light o " er the mountain-tops peep 

Sing me a song when I ' m happy and glad , 
Sing of youi" nest in the tree ; 

iSing nie a song when I ' m gloomy and sad , 
And make me light- liearted and free . 

Sing of a sunniei- clime tli.'in this , 
Tour home in the lan<l of flowers ; 

Eternal summer and cloudless skies , 
A lovelier land than oui-s . 

Sing of your flight in llie early spring, 
From your home in the sunnie South ; 

f)f how you fared on h frosty morn ' , 
In your journey to the North . 

And sailed you over the soundless deep V 
Where the mighty steamers go . 

And saw you the clouds in the far ofl" North ? 
Wher flies the frost and snow . 

And why did you stop little bird to sing ? 

Right here by our open door ; 
Was your choice our dear old home , because 

We are far from the ocean ' e roar ? 



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We love you birdie the more and more , 
Our home you may always share ; 

So sing all the day in your pleasant way , 
And lessen our burdens and care . 

And when the Autumn skies look gray and cold , 
And the chilly winds sweep ' round , 

And the leaves ai-e sear . the trees are bare , 
And the tields and meadows brown , " 

Then fly away to the orange groves , 

Mid the sunnie land of flowers ; 
With mournful eye we ' II bid good-bye , 

To th ' birds and Summer hours . 






WENDELL PHILLIPS. 



One by one the mighty are falling , 

When this life and its work is done ; 

One by one the statues are rising , 

On the tields that the victors won . 

One by one they ci-oss the river , 

Leaving alike their foes and friends ; 

Nauglit care they for reproach or praise , 
While the "Bow of Promise" o'er them 
bends . 



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Eut we feel a loss when they leave the he\w , 
They who have be^ our guides for years , 

And when we stand by their open graves , 
We show our gi-ief by silent tears . 

Kouie are called that we scarcely note , 
But one is gone and we miss him so ; 

And for ai'ght we know his grave today , 
Is hid away in a drift of snow . 

He , who arose in Fanuiel Hall , 

And plead for slaves in the wicked South , 
And v.'ith liis fist of war-horse strength , 

Planted a blow on Slavei-y ' s mouth , 

Thundered amid the ji^ers and taunts , 

Of a motley crowd for Fi-eedoni ' s rights , 

Despised insults , and prophetic stood , 

On the walls and waved Freedom ' s lights . 

"Whose doctrines plead for "prison reforms", 
For giving women the right to vote , 

A law compelling the youth to school , 

And then abolish the halter and rope . 

But his voife is hushed ; we will hear it no moi-e ; 

Silent and dumb is his powerful pen ; 
And the foggy air seems cold and damp , 

And settles over the wo xis and feu . 

The tide of Death has its ebb and flow , 

When tears and prayers are of no avail ; 

For one by one they are swept awaj' , 
And life seems only an idle tale . 

But if the motives were good and true , 

Although they have closed life ' s busy hum ; 

The graves will yawn at the Judgment Day , 

When the Father ' s voice will whisper " Come " . 



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THE WANDERER 




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Slowly the beautiful sunlight was fading , \^ 

And darkness was climbing the hills in the weW . 

When up through the lane came a man broken-hearted ; 
The cause of his sadness you could not have guessed . 

•• O niother" he cried, "my darlings are buried, 
Out in that land they say once was free ; 

They arrested and fined me and put me in prison . 
For worshiping (jrod as the Bible taught me". 

la the world turning backwards . is midnig-ht approaching ? 

The beast and false prophet both arming encore '? 
O Fref^dom is dyinsr ! porsecutiim is rising ! 

And all is a tumult from shore unto shore . 

ThouFnnds are preaching , The American Union 

Of Churches and State ; and then you will see , 
Prisons ! and scaffolds !! and stakes !!! in profusion , 
Will rise in this land . " The Home of the Free " 



P» VERSE B.-m 



Thei'e is an Eye that never sleeps ; 
Pierces the rocks beneath the deeps ; 
Faith points like rainbows in the clouds 
To a life beyond this land of shrouds , 
And meets that Eye in Heaven . 



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^ THE PHEBE CHfiPMfiN . m 



Where is the Mission Ship ? 

Silencei . the answer given ; 

We have not heard from lier , 

In this or yoadei- haven . 

She floated out of the bay , 

A.nd hoisted hei" snowy sail ; 

But whether she missed her way , 

0]' sunk in an ocean gale , 

We can not tell ; but we wish her well . 

On her trii^ to the little isle . 

Many a month she ' s gone ; 

And many a heart ' s grown weary , 

Anxiously , longingly , waiting , 

Life has even grown dreary 

To the dear ones who love them most . 

Wives and mothers still waiting , ' 

Waiting and watcljing they weep ; 

Often in troubled slutnbei-s , 

They dream they are diowned in the deep 

Come from the fai- away billows , 

! lonely Voice of the sea ; 

And tell me where the ship went down , 

Or a-Hoating yet is she V 

Out OH the boundless ocean , 

Before the foaming tide , 

Rudderless , foundered and drifting , 

"O'er the waters wild and wide". 



Are the seamen dying with hunger ? 

Fainting upon the deck V 

Has the last hope fled from the sailors ? 

That are yet on the poor old wreck ? 

Silence , tlie only answer ; 

Each other's sorrow share, 

"While the Spirit whispers softly , 

They are under the Father ' s care . 

And Faith and Hope in circles move, 

O ' er tiie tracklet-s deep 

Where the night winds sleep , 

To the cheerless homes 

Where the dear ones weep , 

And whispers "God is Love". 

The missionary ship, Phebe Chapman, with 
Eld. A. J. Cudney on board, was lost between 
Honolulu and Pitcairn Island in 1889. 




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ETHEL'S BIRDiE 




And my little hirdie ' s gone . 
Over the hills it flew , 
Smaller and smaller it grew , 
'Kll it seemed a fly in the distant sky 
And then it was lost in the blue . 



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Once moit;- at home ! Row cliargKi the Old Homestead ! 

Kai'th has no home like the lo^ house of yore ; 

^hanged if its quietness ; cities must hustle ; 

And the o]d days are gone to return n.'^ver more . 

I jiass dow n the streets alone and a stranger , 

The laml minks are gone and the liome is no more ; 

The faces aie gone and the voices are «iying , 

That came in my boyhood from grandmother's door. 

The gardens r.nd cornfields were (carefully tended , 

The barn was well filled with sweet clover hay , 

The colts and the sheep i)rovvsod alontr the low woodland , 

The cows cropped the meado.v . the lambs wei'e at play . 

The orchard and garden with apples and berries , 

The vines with their fruits so luscious and fine , 

A.nd bushels of nuts from the woods of October , 

O these were the days of " Aidd Lang Syne " ! 

The roar of the car wheels and whistling engine , 
With Jupiter's lantern goes merrily by ; 
The low woods re-echo the beautiful vision , 
And all seems a picture hung out in the sky . 
For years they ' ve been building a city of silence , 
In the Bilge of the wood on the brow of the hill . 
And marble and clay are the walls of their mansions , "' 
And nothing disturbs that city so still . 



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I stonpftfi down to drink at the spring- , where in boyhood 

I mado mud marbles to bake in the sun ; 

The geese mid tlie iliicks were afloat on the water , 

Below the old mill with its musical hum . 

There was the pond with its lilies and rushes , 

The mighty blue ocean it seemed like to me ; 

Often I watrhed the muskrats building houses , 

And called tiieii- tui-f dwellings lone islands at sea . 

1 have been I'oaming o ' er valleys and mountains , 
I ' ve seen the whales play in the dsep bluo 2:a ; 
My ears and my eyes , and visions of dreamland , 
Have brought many wonderful scenes to me . 
!>eep mid the snow on a lonely mountain , 
Near where the wild beast made his lair , 
The fanciful ghosts in my nightly visions , 
Made Uideous visits to me while there . 

Where are the arms that clasped me in boyhood ? 

Where are tiin" voices that fell on my ear ? 

Where are the friends that inspired my childhood ? 

<Tone like the leaves in the Autumn of year . 

<rone like the shadows across the dark waters , 

Hurging and di-lfting beyond our ken ; 

O ! I'd give all the world to roll back twenty winters , 

A.nd 1)6 nobody but " Johnie " again. 




^ buckwolfT«^ 




On the banks .if this stream where I ' m sitting and tishing , 
A weary lone Indian once stopped to repose ; 

Jle gazed on llie lield where his brothers fell fighting , 

Add wished tiiat his life with its hardships would close 



On the pdge of the wild-wood lif' saw to lis sorrow , 

The cornfields and meadows wl'ei-e once was his lioin'- ; 

His waillikc an infant's was miof^ied with hoi-ior , 

Foi- there he discovered his mate ' s bieachinji;- boiu'B . 

He gjized on fl.e sreno while hif» mind was i-eturning , 

To the starlight honi-s wlu-n he woed his dark bride . 

But now like the oak on n coM wiiih-y inoi-ning . 

Black Wolf of the Pawnees was stripped of his pride . 

His eyes raised towards heaven a j)rayer then he muttered , 
And wished that his spirit from V)ondage might fly ; 

He wandered a stranger his friends had been slaughtered , 
He sung his last song and then lay down to die . 



It happened next morning a gallant young hunter , 
In chasing a deer to its woodland retreat , 

Rspied a lone warrior lying down on tho greensward , 
Hie rifle and tomahawk lay at his feet . 

He called to him loudly to 'rouse him from slumber. 
Echo , the answer . he knelt by his side ; 

And stared at the face of the chief that v. :.uld wander 
No more , for the Chief of the Pawnees had died . 

The Black Wolf no more will pursue the sly panther . 

The shout of the warrior is low in the dust ; 
His bow and his arrows lie broken around him . 

His rifle and scalpknife will blacken and rust . 

He dug wide his grave and then strewed it with flowers . 

And laid him to rest ' neath the silent blue dome ; 
The thunders may roll mid the dashing of showers , 

But nothing disturbs him , the warrior' s at home . 




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" - LONGFELLOW . » i 




Farewell deai- bai-d ! thou ' rt jj^one ; 
Vet we will not forget thee in thy sleep ; 
Thy S!ici-ed pages we will oft peruse , 
Thy thoug-hts to reap . 

Thou heldst the highest place that one can claim 
In this great nation ; thou the nation ' s bard , 
Thou a poet , silvei'-tongued and strong , 
No verses marred . 

Thy vei'se rings sweetly as a chime of bells ; 
Thy song is golden mellow dipped in lore ; 
Thy c<ironacri in gentle strains is heard , 
From shore to shore . 

Thou ■ rt gone . The grave has locked the in ; 
But poetry and song which thou hast made , 
Is read by old and young and e ' er will be , 
Till time shall fade . 

The great , the common and the poorest of all , 
Join in a song to praise thy universal fame ; 
The statesman , author , e ' en the beggar boy , 
Hast learned thy name . 

Deep in the flood of oriental grief 
We drink . and tell of thee our poet friend , 
Gi-ew ripe in years , yet labored ever on , 
To thy life ' s end . 

Now slumber quiet in thy peaceful grave ■ 
The snow-white hills are higher than thy sun ; 
Now rest in peace where naught can harm thy soul. 
Thy work is done . 



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Ab ma ! I am buried in debt ; 

Dry Poverty . haggard jinti grim , 
Stares ;it, me wljei-e-ever I go , 

And I can k< e nothing hut bim . 
Once I waj: g;ty as a lark ; 

But fortune , adverse to my good , 
Turned against me the tide , and I ' m sure 

I ' ve no friend in the whole brotherhood . 

He eats np my peace . mind and strength . 

And drinks np my whole revenue ; 
And if you but give him the chance . 

He ' Jl give the same lesson to you . 

I long for another free breath ! 
To feel what I have is my own ; 

To know I ' m once more out of debt . 
And I ' II not sniff again the ozone . 

1 shall not feel again like a man . 
While I am chained down like a slave ; 

But I ' 11 lay. down this curse very soon . 
Or I ' 11 work myself into the grave . 

Debt ! ye grim-visaged lord , 

At my door call never agairx ; 
Unwelcome your visits , pass by , 

Leave me free though the poorest of men . 





THE MANIAC . 




H;trk ! the whooi) of the savage I hear in the .lark , 

And his silhouette reaches the sky , 
Fi-.)in the light of the brand which he holds in his hand 

And vengeance is flashed from his eye . 

1'he arrow flies swift from the savage ' s bow , 
And his tomahawk sails through the air , 

The point of the an-ow-head entered her heart , 
And his hatchet struck deep through her hair . 



Wild was the night when he rode down the lake , 
And the waters foamed like a fountain , 

The spray from the breakei-s was flying like snow , 
And the billows rolled high as a mountain . 

Yet onward he pulled for Kamponimo Cove , 
With the silent white specter before him , 

lie saw in the vision his wandering child , 

Though the spray from the waters dashed o'er hix» . 

lie had left the dark prison in which he had toiled , 
And was rowing for life o ' er the waters , 

When he heard a loud cry though solemn the soiind , 
Like a motbej- Ijewailing hei" daughters . 

H'^ miored his small boat ' neath a red willow tree , 
And then he looked wildly around him , 

And there on the ground poor Jennie lay dead , 
And her gbastliness did astound him . 

The clotted blood on hei- pale sweet face . 

Told plainly the story for her . 
He gouged a place on the barren beach , 

And covered the grave up o'er her. 



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Now the maniac ' s scream you often hear , 
As he roams through the wilds at leisure , 

Sometimes in the silence you hear his tread , 
Or his oaj's beat with solemn measure . 

No footman , though fleet , can o ' ertake hin\ uow . 

As he flies through the forest of Braddow ; 
Through the swamps , the woods , and the wild deep gorgo , 

He comes and goes like a shadow . 

You catch the sound and you know he ' s near , 

You anxiously watch , but never 
Can you see the form , that would do no harm , 

And thus he wanders forever . 

He sits with spirits , and bathes in the sjiray , 

Of the waterfall of Le Bainreau ; 
Sometimes you can hear his plaintive cry , 

Just under the arch of the rainbow . 

But the shrillest blast of the bugler ' s horn , 

Nor the softest harp nor tiddle , 
Can call him home , and the problem solve , 

Of his life ' s mysterious riddle . 

A Legend of Muskegon . 



ALBUM VEUSE . 1 

There are shadows enough in womanhood , 

When the clouds loolc cold and gray ; 
But now in the sunshine of maidenhood , 

Be happy and glad and gay . 
Enjoy thy youth for ' t will soon be past , 

And soberer duties will come at last ; 
As the tassels are followed by perfect grains 

And closing songs are the sweetest strains . 
May your final rapture be Heaven . 



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"* EVEHJiiGlilUSiNGS 





Siu'i'ONvs fall fast iis the dews of heaven , 

III the silent midnight ; 
Frowns are hiding- my eyebrows , 

Like gloom at twilight . 
Ari the soft snmtnei' winds of evening , 

Creep o\er my face , 
The tii-e sweeps down the bottom , 

And crackles the grass . 
The quack of some lonely wild duck , 

Comes from the river , 
And I hear the splash of the grebe , 

Or the Northern Diver . 
And the hoot of the wandering owl , 

As he talks to the moon , 
Smnds lonesome as the croaking of frog« , 

Or cry of the loon . 

Dai-k shadows creep over the earth , 

My heart is gone ; 
The golden streamers faded away , 

As the sun went down . 
The horizon of tire is somber now , 

Out in the west ; 
Joys , moin.mtary and fanciful , 

G<me with the rest . 
A whirlpool of tears washes them away , 

Fates and Oiries go on , 
•And close up the flood-gates of grief, 

Or I ' 11 soon be gone . 



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Winds from the snowy mountaioB , 

Speak not l.o me ; 
You make me saider than death , 

waves of the sea I 
Smile not on me oh planets I 

Stars of the sky ; 
Is there a bahn in Gilead ? 

Why should I die V 
Moon throw your brilliancy ' round mn . 

And keep me from harm ; 
Come queen of fairies and take me . 

To solitude ' s charm — 
To the woods , where the thicket is densest , 

Far from men ' s frowns ; 
My eyes glimmer , all is over ! 
" Let me lie down " . 

Where is the sprite that chased ' way my smiles ? 

All over the land ; 
Where did he come from , and what is his name ? 

Blackness and darkness the same ; 
Gloominess , drowsiness , loneliness , 

Speed thee away ! 
Solitude , lassitude , egritude , 
Vanish to stay. 

Where is she , that can bring back my smiles ? 

Over the hills ; 
Her face comes and goes at will , 

Pleasanter , still . 
Sweet is her memory , 

Wake up my heart ; 
Joined in connubial bliss , 

Never to part . 



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How long mnst 1 i-iot alone V 

And grieve and yearn V 
When will I be at peace ? 

Whv^i she returns . 
Bright will the morning break , 

When she comes home , 
Flashing its H^ht across 

Turret ancl dome . 
Where is my blooming- bride V 

Over the hills ; 
Visionaiy I sec her smiles , 

Angelic , still . 
My head on her loving breast , 

Let me repose ; 
There let me lie and rest , 

When life shall close . 
Then , when the grass is green , 

Over my grave , 
May it be said of me , 

" Faithful and brave " . 



I pasael by a mansion of motled stone , 

As tine as I ever have seen ; 
A " dandy duffer " called it " home " , 

That mansion of grandeur and sheen . 

Yes , now I remember his form u.ud face , 
Hi is rather of stunted size ; 



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Has a pointed nose and a shuflflir.g gait , 
And cold dark hazel eyes . 

He lived in a mansion of polished stone , 

His watch was the li<iest gold ; 
His hoi ses were fast , his phaeton grand , 

His harness of brightest mold . 

His implements cost him a good round snm ; 

Barns , yards and coi-n-cribs too , 
Were full of fodder and gi-ain , and he 

Hii'l thoronirh-breds n'>t a fi-'w . 

His larde)' was full of the choicest things . 

His wife had not e ' en a care . 
For contidence kept them sailing high . 

While the debts kept doubling there . 

A change ! and they went to live on the town ; 

His trousers and coat threadbare ; 
His horses . harness and carriage ai-e gone , 

Now tliey " foot it " . here and there . 

His credit went down to rise no more . 

How short was that bubble-like race ! 
And he was cast out of the manciple-ship , 

And his steward was put in his pla*"* .. 

They were selfish and proud in affluence and ease . 

When wealth bore them up in its arras ; 
They christened their mansion a, " Mt . of Delight", 

Their jilace was the center of farms . 

They live now in poverty , sorely in want ; 

' T is a lesson for us to go slow ; 
They lived in high circles , kept up with the times ■ 

And flaunted appearance for sho%v . 

And all for a vain and an empty name , 

To live for awhile like a lord ; 
Better move careful , a step at a time , 

For money do n ' t come by the cord. 



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» THE HappiEST mm . 




Hurrah f<r tbo inan of wenl and wealth I 

And ii« "f H merchant turn ; 

B- a ii'onhadour for the belle and beau. 

Inspire the scholar to learn . 

ITurrah for the tourist in his car 1 

And the eailor , o ' er the main ; 

T!ie a«=ronaiit and miner of coal , 

The lover of pleasure or gain . 

Gay is the millionaire with his gold , 

And the, duke in his lordly life ; 

(Tiiy are the minstrels in the troupe , 

And the band with cornet and fife . 

Gay are the hearts at the gran<l saloon , 

And they at the picnic and ball ; 

Gay are the lovers of social mirth , 

But they ' re not the gayest of all . 

I have a dear , not once in a week , 

But one that is mine for aye ; 

Her pleasures are mine and mine are here 

, we arc happy and gay . 

1 have a cow that is good and kind , 
And a team that is gentle and strong , 
And tfte^n i:)i(rkers , roUiijg in groasa , 

•And chickens, Bufi Cochin from Kong. 

And the saep^ierd pup with a lordly mein , 
As though he was boi-n a king , 
Over-sees tli^ pigs in the old feed- yard ; 
Uies away if the buzzing wins'- 



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Of a humble-bee , should greet hip oar . 
Prom the top of a clover blooui ; 
Chases the snake to his hole in the gi-.»uud , 
The bull-froj^!; into the flume . 

I have a wain with a good spring seat , 

The break sets the wheels both a- lock ; 

We have enough to furnish our house , 

But iilaok ! we haven't a clock . 

But I ' ve eighty acres of deep rich soil . 

That yielded the finest of grain ; 

And my harrow and plow , only cost me a song , 

Have broken and stii-red it a-main . 

the wheat and coi-n that I store away !' 
And the hay in the big long slack I 

The cellar is full of garden stuflF , 
The pantry has nothing' a-lack . 

1 work like a Tui-k from day till dark , 
But I ' m gay in my farmer ' 8 berth ; 

I ' ve need of nothing , and Maud and I . 
A.re the happiest pair on earth . 



THE LABORER . 

The merchant 'so' erwhelmed with cares 
The sluggard is worried for meat ; 

The editor ' s harrassed to death , 

But the sleep of the lab ' rer is sweet . 

The pickpurse is loaded with debt ; 

The drunkard is down in the street ; 
The banker ' s afraid for his life , 

But the rest nf ihe lab ' ror is sweet. 



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;||"|"THiTW0 "a>IGELS7 




Last n'ghi at the hour of midnight , 
While! renting- in Sleep's embrace, 

I (i;e.i!iied , two angels b^ot o'er ins, 
Eicii hoklin^ a goLlea vase. 

Tile a I'ue of the first was Pleasure , 
She wore 'roan J her nevik a charm, 

She covered my bed with roses , 
Ami l.iid my head on her arm . 

••0 youth ! repose on my bosom " , 
She said , in her gentle way , 

** Foi- I am your satisfaction , 
My work is pleasure and play . 

I am queen at the ball and banquet , 
I shine on the victor's brow ; 

I am riiier of purse and passion , 
youth 1 will you choose me now ? 

1 have rocked the world in my cradle , 
Prom the king to the beggar boy ; 

You can fly to the mountains and revel , 
In pleasure and worldly joy '• . 

V^oici' , face and form of an angel , 

Like the siren over the sea , 
And she wrajtped me in robt^s of splendor 

And sang me an ancient glee . 

•' Now <irink this wine in my goblet , 
And together we ' 11 whirl away '• ; 

But something throbbed in my bosom , 
Dlsti'ustful I answered , ** Nay '* . 

Then , the «)tuer spoke kindly , but truly , 
" ii^ honejJt , b^j nouie an.l wise ; 

b\>y I am the angel of Duty , 
And til us do 1. ever advise . 



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Care TiOt fiir a vain ambition, 

liut do your duty toward n,ll . 
How 'short , ' tween the grave nnd the cradle ! 

Is the race ' . oh youth ! hoed my call . 

I hold in ii'.y vnse ev ' ry duty , 

! choose me if you woidd be tiaie ; 
Because oi nv/ plainness my Bonnie , 

1 nm chosen by only a few . 

But when life and its labors are over , 
The good thai all duties achieve , 

Win ))raise you in accents ranch grander ; 
youth ! will you only believe V 

Thgre'rs are no tt'ars in sorrow in <Uity , 

But love an<l affection for aM ; 
O choose ! not for earth but for lieaven . 

6 youtb ! pay heed tn my call . 

Few , few are your days f>f enjoyment , 

How fe\v can applaud your name ! 
O youth , live for something nobler I 

strive for a higher fa-ne 1 

And a tear welled up to my eyelid , 

1 pointed t > Pleasjre . '.o go ; 
A.nd the angel of Duty laid 

My hend , on her bosoi.n of simw . 



C^o BE8ERTFJ . ^gy- 



riash , lightnings , across the wild sky { 
Roll, thuiideis, over i.iy head! 

Clements, war ye togetht}-. 
My Ueart must be older than lead . 



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0! I * iTi wearv Hid faint and forsaken. 

Tlieie'B a storm gathering out in the west ; 
A flash I and the thunders rolling , 

Like war-horses running a-breast . 

O sou! ! I HE) tired of grieving ; 

Hii&li ! thf rain is beginning to fall , 
And my tears fall in unison with it , 

Foi- Lanii:i . my darling , my ail . 

The wes . wn'. chickens keep pi'^ping , 
And tie cricket's lone tiddle * ':ear ; 

Lonely , lonelier , loneliest , 
C )m9 bick ! my Launa , nay dear . 

But the lightning keeps flashing above me , 
And the thunder rolls low overhead ; 

Growling , now rumbling , now booming , 
Now pealing like calling the dead . 

Heai- tlie big drops strike down on the house-roof 
Hark ! the hail plays a tune on the pane , 

And a peal that ' mo'^t deaden my senses , 
Tlv 11 I ihWik f.f my Liuna again . 

8he hA'i g>ne to the fashionable c'ty , 

Her jolly irompin'-ms to see ; 
Her VOW8 . la'ely made . are all broken , 

And I kaov she cares nothing for me . 

Where's the emblem of union forever? 

It wa3 triflingly thrown away ; 
And I'm left alone in the wide world , 

To die at the close of the day . 





\m u TO" i^ B« Ss 



Sweet is tiiy lonely sov.fr , oh noblo boy 1 

Pure b^ tLe Liuok that rtaiiceb fleetly by; 

Genile »>a u lady hast thou ever been » 

Yet set thy g-uidiug star far in the eky . 

Fhite-llke thy notes sound throug-h the evening air , 
Then dwindle to the souiid of a guitar ; 

The curtains of the evening gently fall , 
Still comes thy fairy music from a-far . 

AH day thy brush and pencil paints the leaf , 
The lake . the stream . or silent forest glen , 

Or Autumn scenes of evenings bright and clear. 
And then I hear thy claronet again .. : 

"The morning breaks to us a beauteous sun " . 

He rolls in ilav.zllng pplendor high ■ hI viooit ; 
Ami speeds in haet«> his flight acn^ss 'l.e sky , 

Then i-ises silently , the sUvcry mo( n . 

The day fades o'lt , the heavens are all 'iglnw , 
T'lf* scenic besaiy pass^^r* awlft. along ; 

And *^' ■••.) the nigi.tingah .nd thee , my friend , 
r !> answers "r-ack tl ^ber if, a song. 

My e?ifn85!t sonl longs for tlioe once again . '" 

<> <"air-f?iC»'d youth ! who nnver did me wrong ; 

Mucl' would I love to jiv.n theo ere thou dose , 
'I'hine ever sweet an. I rapturous evening song . 

Oftt'mes v.h»'n foes apt^ail me bv the way , 

Thnii beirest with me oh friend ! a brother's part ; 

Think ' st thou . thee will I sf>on forget ? 

No friend , I've locked thee up within my heart . 



4.) 



CM'ttJmea the merry joke we passe<i ni-nitul > 

Ana gatheretl berries when tho rninrntr (l^'.y p-ew cool 

At twilight, seated ' neath the tr "ivs . w« haard 
The bull-frog' croaking o'er hit- statjnaut pool. 

The sunset painted well tlie arcirng skies ; 

The East a v.olet . the South a blue, 
"l" le North a jrviy , ami over-hea 1 wert' mixed , 

A host of spangled tints of every hue . 

The West a tiery red . tben orange tint , 

The color of the fringe like burnished gold ; 

T.I.' clouds, like banners, fleecy, eoft and clean, 
And j-ed and yellow hair above them rolled . 

Tiiosa 8cen<»S are g'one ; I view them in the past : 
Cdid . cold and dii-'uni is the wintry snn ; 

\ .'t coines alou^^ this cold gray sky of mine 

A song ; • thj voice , the gentle voice of one , 

Who ever was my friend ; oh gentle boy 1 

You , who so manly always spake the truth ; 

8:< gallant . winsome , and yet strong in right , 
Ofltimes I think of you , oh noble youth 1 

V , that I had a thousand friends like yon ! 

What would I care for fame or fortune grand ; 
Tais would be kin to heaven , and all the world , 

Be polished with good deeds like golden sand . 

' Round the horizon of thy handsome brow , 
I bind this wreath , a token of my love ; 

May we in Eden ' s blissful sunny clime , 

Tog?fher roam through garden , tield and grove . 



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THE ORPMS SOY 



'M 
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Last night I stood on a kme l ill-side . 

With uiy hand ou a whito grave-stoue , 
And I thought of my lot , iso haid to bear , 

An orphan wanderiug- ' lone . 

I thoug-ht of father , so good and kind . 

And mother , so young and fair . 
But father died ; now his form ia still , 

With death in his clustering hair 

I thought how cupid had played his part , 
And bound with a golden chain — 

Those hearts in one , that while on earth , 
Should never be parted again . 

But death vimt in with his ghastly fnrm , 
O ' «T-8badoAod the hour of joy . 

And mother was left in her solitude , 
With only her orphan boy . 

He lay lika the weary in dreamy eleepi; 

Wrapped up in his snow-white ?hroud ; 
In a walnut case they made his bed . 

But hia spirit returned to God . 

The showers of spring refresh tke mound , 

Where father is sleeping on ; 
The orphan boy in this friendless world . 

Is wandering alone , alone . 

Then , down by my father ' s grave I kntnOeil 
And poured out my soul in prayer ; 

It was only this unspoken wish , 
I long to be with him there . 



Nu 011^ will ca»* for the orphan boy ! 

And I leaned uiy head on the stone ; 
The tears run down o * er my burning^ cheeka 

For the orphan baa no home . 

I prayed to my Father , my Father in heaven , 

To care for the orphan child ; 
When lo ! the clouds of sorrow I'olled back , 

And Ht^aven looked down and smiled . 

I arose , and a V)ii-d-like form swept by , 
It looked like a snow-white dove ; 

I hailed at once with a welcome voice , 
This messenger of his love . 

As I struggle against the ills of life , 
This seraph shall be my guide ; 

' Mid th« storma of life this angel bright , 
Will w:ilk by the orphan's side. 





BEAUTIFUL HEAVEM . 



Let me think of the bowers in Eden ; 

Let me think of the flowers that bloom ; 

Let me think of the life eternal , 

Waiting for us beyond the tomb . 

B<ia.utiful scenes in heaven await us ; 
Beautiful glories surround the throjie ; 
Tears will- be wiped from off all f.ices , 
When all the saints are gathered home . 



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^^- L • 



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Weo . we«» curly head , 

Lying' 0!i its boflom bed ; 
Mamma siiig'rf»" soil and low , 

O ' er a lifo as pure as aiiow . 
" Sleej) baby , sleep " . 

Sorrows all forffotteu now ; 

Placid is the baby ' s brow ; 
Little feet and hands and eyes , 

Wandering' throug-h dreamj skiwi . 
'• Sleop baby , sleep'' . 

Earth liolds not a pearl so dear , 
As that one , a baby ' a ttar ; 

And no sunshine can you trace , 

Like thc! smile on baby ' s face . 
"Sleep baby, sleep". 

On life ' s stage it plays its part ; 

E!o(^uence is in its heart ; 
All the world would be so drear , 

If there were no children here . 
"Sleep baby, sleep". 

Mamma ' s . sung herself to sleep ; 

' er the house a stillness creeps ; 
And I vow within my mind , 

To my darlings I ' 11 be kind . 
" Sleep baby , sleep " . 



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Par awiy , f u Jivv.iy ovor m.^unlaia and i)lain , 
In my wamleiiiig' thoug'hta I am carried again ; 

Tlia wiile rollinji: pl.viji wilh its streams I can see , 
And its (leir.zcn lio8t wandfis o'er the green left. 

Tiie mountains are towers . unspeakably grand ; 

Tiiey lif ft) tl'ft west of the *' Biiifilo Land" ; 
Majestic , they loom up , their white peaks of enow , 

Are seen in t!ie sunlight as days tome and go . 

Ti;e tops of the mountains , that point to the sky , 
The dvjpth of the greenwood and flower lields nigh. 

The landscape , the ocean, the sand on the beach, 
Reveals the Ci-eator , that Nature doth teach . 

I'ar away , far away over mountain and plain , ■ 
In niy wandei-ing thoughts I am carried again ; 

To a place near the ocean - I hear its dull roar , 
Sure , am I not nearing its waters once more ? 

The land of bright flowers and gold-waiving grain , 

O carry me back I to its bosoai again . 
I long to return to that beautiful laud , 

The home of my youth in the mountains so grand . 

From t!ie snow crested hills to look down on the sea , 
Where the petrels and sea-gulls go wandering free ; 

And hear the loud sound of the billows that roar , 
As they bj-eak on the rocks near ray own mother's door 

Fain , fain would I fly to that country once more , 
And drink in the music that cornea from the shore ; 

But two little gi'aves in the garden there be , 

And sadness would steal all my p^^ .anre from me . 




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iK 



[i!MiiJiii^L:5Mi 



I 



After the i)attle ; tlie rai-nage clone ; 

The win^rs of night swept over the scene ; 
The paltei-ing rain gMve thd sr;liiiers drinii , 

And fell on the woods and the meadows gveoti . 

The foe was beating a slow retreat ; 

The victors following on behind ; 
Both were shatteroil and glad were they . 

Wl-en night came down with its somber blind . 

A flash '. and a boom ! came now and then , 
And boom ! was the deep and snllen reply ; 

While the lightnings belched from the murky clouds , 
•'And Heaven's artillery swept the sky". 

The air was he;ivy , the grass was wet , 

The lanterns gleamed on the bloody sand , 

The fife and drum at the midnight hour . 

Played the sad farewell in a distant land . 

The battle was o ' er : the ground was red . 

Where tkousands of dead and dying lay ; 
Scattered t!;rough woods and tasseled corn , 

' ep valleys anrl hills , far . far away . 

I heaid the groans of the wounded men , 

When the smoking canons ceased to roar ; 

The weary fell in their tracks asleep , 

And dreamed their marches and battles were o ' er 

1 heard the tread of the nurses corps . 

ViTith th"i mutaed drum and the bugle's call; 
Their lanterns gleamed like lising stars , 

Bringing hope and care to the wounded f c'l . 



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Oil the riv-i- brink fell a hundred men . 

A .whole biigadc in the wooded l{*ne ; 
Aud many fell in the marshy svramps , 

And thousands fell on the open plain . 

Mangled among the broken guns , 

Under the falli-n boughs of trees . 
In the wild deep gorge , on the ro(."ky kills , 

Scattei-ed ovt^r the iieathery leas ; 

15/liind the breastvvoi-ks in the moat . 

'i'housands wei-e lying with throbbing brain ; 
iiiit the tile and drum and the sergeant's voice 

Rouses reality once again . 

C)n<( by one they were lifted up , 

And placed on the sti-etcher and borne away 
Till each nook and corner were closely searche*! , 

Whore a wounded man could sit or lay . 

NoH'^ must be! left ; no , take them all ; 

And bear them off through the silent gloom ; 
Friend and foe together shall go , 

And the dead on the morrow shall tind a tomb , 

The father wept o ' er his wounded son , 

The b<iy found his brother and soldier friend 

But ei-e the dawn of the morning ' 8 sun , 

The search for the wounded had an end . 



They, bm-ied the dead , the mangled dead , 
Side by side in the trenches deep , 

Without a tear or a mourner ' s sigh , 

Unless the angels can moui-n and weep . 

When v/ill these battles be over-past ? 

Trumpet and drum be heard no more ? 
The canons boom and the musket ' s crash , 

WiJl ni.!ver break on the golden shore . 



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Never a tiresome march be made ; 

The cliishing- of sabers be never more ; 
No charges made ; no funeral knell . 

Will ever break on the golden shore . 




TO D^E^B . 



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Bewildered . there , I stood 

Upon the mountain crags of idleness , 

Homeless and friendless , a puny wanderer , 

Upon th6 bosom of a wide , wide world . 

With staring eyes , I stood 

Peering into the dim future yet all unknown , 

Hopelessly longing for a nobler life . 

But destiny , it seemed 

Had flung me midst the bleak hills of despair , 

To eke out an existence with the wolves , 

And then lie down a vulture ' s feast at last . 

Thy message camo ; 

New life went bounding through my heart and veins , 

A thrill of joy ! I grasped at hope and found a home 

Hadst it not been for thee , 

A life , nari'ow , unlettered , and recluse , 

Had been but spent in vain . 

But now I dig the depths and skim the skies , 

Amidst the pages of emblazoned armory , 

Within my study . 

Ami hand in hand with scientists I walk , 

Or in the presence of philosophers I sit , 

And listen to the eloquence of kings . 

Hadst it not been for thee , 

No eye hadst ever seen this page , 

Nor ear liadst heard my song . 



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An aimless lit'.; ijai I drifted with the tide , 
TJmervL'd and worthk'S8 , waiting for the end , 
Villi then a grave ; an unknown grave amongst the hilla , 
Unmarked , unkept , forgotten , and alone . 
But he , who rules the world , 

And watches e'en the sparrows when thay fall, 
ll;\i tou.:hed thy h^-art . and . in that daop responsa , 
A hight V destiny . a l)ettHr life began . 
to. [j"i-i 1 i)r.iig a lid lay this tribute at thy feet 
Ami ii! y 1 ('a)l tliet^ . Brother, Friend ? 



fe^ THE BO Y HUNTER i ^^ 




T.VLinty years ago this mornirg' , 

Swift , a little boat was sejn , 

♦ Jliding Aowa the rolling ri"flr . 

Of the trirbid San , i^aiain . 

In that boat there sat a h inter , 

I>og and gun made up the crew ; 

A A he pa'ldle J down the current , 

Sar.g the song, "Red, ".Vhite and Bhie" . 

Y iars have passed ; still roliing onwar.l , 
Runs that river to the sea ; 

And the steamers ply its waters , 

r.) and down for yoii and ma . 

Bat no 'Tioro that boyish hunttr , 

Dri ;s a-lo»vn th'i rippling tide ; 

lie is !■: "a>d to wan ler ever. 

OSr the world so wierd an 1 wide. 



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•d JEHOVAH AND CSES 




Honor your o^uatry an i honor the kiii;^ . 
In all that, is right ami no o{)ponenc(» bring ; 
But Pharnoh nor Caesar has no right to say , 
How we ought fo worship nor which is God ' 6 ila^ 

That , the Lord must decide ; ani w'a^n m in oppase 
The Lav of oui" God as the war I plaiily sliows , 
Then kindly but firmly , lik'^ Peter wd'll .-? ly . 
God rather than man we ought to obey . 

Some , f T think inconsistent) contend thej- can see : 
That part of God ' s law stands for you and for me - 
And part is annulled . Do n ' t yon hrar Jesus say ? 
' T is easier that heaven and eart'.i pass away . 

Now the principle is , and stands tirmly for all ; 
The wbole law must stand or the whole law must fall 

' T is Lucifer ' s story to those of our time , 
To quiet the conscience of men out of line . 

Reader to Caesar the tribute that ' s due ; 
Said Christ . the Redeemer , " The Faithful and True 
But give to Jehovah the first and tba best , 
Give Caesar his dues and give Jesus th^ rest 




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#^y F4if iifliLNESS . ^ »^] 



Father , to thee wv pray , 
Anil sing jvIoikI lo.lny . 

Tiiy nam- l<i prajge . 
Civ^ntorl . every cine , 
All that ' 8 lieneath the sun ; 
Thy praise is just begun , 

In earthly lays . 

Help IIS oh Go'l ! to be 
Espotisefl alone to thee , 

Thy love to own . 
Extol the martyrs , past , 
Who served thee to the last ; 
T.ir >;igi floods and flames they p&sa«d . 

Their work is done . 

Wr'll keep thy law, oh Lord I 
And tremble at thy word • 

Nor disobey . 
Liiij ttithfiil men of old ; 
W,' !; h.'. like Daniel, bold ; 
Noi' worship godi of gold , 

.>.' ):ig lite ' s way . 

Fa'h*.', in thee we trust. 
Tj do thy will is ju*>t ; 

Ail else is vain . 
O ! give us Lord , the nerve , 
Tiiat we may never swerve ; 
Bat tMt.! fully , thu'e , serve , 

A home to gain . 

By Permiasion 
CxjyrlgMil in IS'Jl , by P . E . Bjlden . 



M 




Sleeping' low in the silent prave , 
On the bleak hill-side by the vivei- ' s brink 
By the sidj of another , lately gone ; 
Who'll be tha next? I dare not think 

Sister , I sit by your fjrave and watch ; 
The g-rass is waiving above your head ; 
Short is the, time , it seems to me , 
It can not ba that yoa aro (load . 

In pity , I press to my breast your babe , • 
Just as I do my own , and say , 
That is the way her mother would <lo , 
If she were alive and here today . 

It knows not the sacrifice you made , 
When death was waiting' outside the door . 
With his unseen hearse and gviarless steeds ,, 
To take jou to where you ' 11 be seen no inore 

I think of yoH often when twilight comes , 
And then on your features I si'em to gaze ; 
I drop my eyes, and then, look sgain , 
And lo ! you are lost in the distant haze . 

Your sleep will be very short I trust , 
The trumpet's voice will be long and loud ; 
The saints will rise from their dusty, beds. 
And soar away ou u great white cloud . 



i-i 



^-"'eDiy335iS.'eLi!|i 



I look o it of th'j window , the ground is white , 
8i!e:it an 1 laafiesg tho graves are found ; 

Never a bird to charm iis with song , 

And Ihe brooke in iVttci-a of i<je rro bound . 

All Nature is locked, in a cold repose ; 

AeiMPS the wide bottom I look to see , 
Whore the sun parsed o'er the D.ihota hills, 

And the scattered clouds look down at me . 

The ponies are standing under the trees , 
Covered all over with fi-ost an«l snow ; 

TIm? air \oo\f\ C">1 1 and I feel so gad , 
The tears are I'firj;: , I v ant to go . 

pjir , f-\V av;'ay in 'a f oiilhern Innil , 

The b'rds s^ill ginjr anr5 the flo.vrvs bloom ; 

The bvookle^a rnnrmnr so soft and lov,r , 
O I it serins to me , I am going home . 

My children p'ay in the ivy bowera , 
My wife , in the hammoch is orange-erowned ; 

Th" f.roopin.T bouffhs k'ss hf^>r fnr?liead lo^v , 
"While the I'r.inchea ronnd her svpop the ground, 

I'm pad tcuay , and my heart's nit here ; 

PK^asurra are nist beyond my reach ; 
Thp -northern snows and tho southern sun , 

Never can heal tho broken l)reacli , 



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TO THOSE I • D LOVE TO NAME . 

Thei-e are a hundred names I ' d love to w/ifco , 

Of friends , aud kindred dear , a:id tender ties ; 

But who can judg^e the m«rits of them each ? 

Aud tell which ones will mount the orange ekiea . 

TO 

How many pojrna havfi their headings thus ? 
Tu whom V Wrt can not know , nor e ' en surmise ; 
To som'^ <I<>a:' friend n> d'>iht. th'iy dara not, n-iiia , 
Althoii^rh vviMp]>f>(l up within their anxuniR hearts , 
In fiattoral i.o-i l^jrft'j-:?* an! fancied h>i'fi . 
But tVaring lest <hey fall beneath t^raptation's power. 
And make a record that they dare not praise , 
And then be ridiculed for lavished love , 
And praising' them for honors ne'er attained. 
And virtues ne ' er possessed . 

Take one who missed the mark . . 
The record's m id > ; th ;ir pr")sp?r;)i3 v/-)rk is dona ; 
Tl ey turn and do>' n the graile they po ; 
And friends aud poets tlius chagrined . 
Are set upon by enemies ; who laughin* low , 
About such eloquence bestowed in vain , 
Remark , "I told you so " . 

Quite well do I remember now , 

A vain , young postal clerk , who set his stake , 

To be Post Master General at 8f)ine future day , 

And all were loud in his ability . 

iVhei'e is he now ? San Quentin ' s bar.^ can tell . 

A college graduate of penmanship . 
Could immitate a signature so well , 
That he could quite excel a man himself, 
In writing down bis name . 



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Arl he becama so clever in the art , 

Timt judt live bundred dollars was the sum , 

'iaut Mr. Biond v.as called upon , to pay . 

Who is this >oung professor now ? Where has hs gone ? 

His name is "Biodltii" now, he's gone, well, where? 

Ani where is alie 1 whose hopes were higher than the stare: 

Whose v.iicM ranff out amid dramatic halls . 

An auth.»r ahe becaio'^ . wtica twwlve yeaM old . 

Her lama ami ^i\\-i!, futur»ty were m >ataed by all , 

Where is she now ': the radiant ttar . 

bide-iracked acd in the ditch . 

V'a'edictorian , whither goest thou ? 

The leader of iliat chiSc* in eighty two . 

No doubt the sun and stars will hear thy fame. 

And ages yet to come will sound thy praise . 

y:x year.-^ passed by : we met ag lin . 

D'-m . cards and chcckt-is . "games so inno-.ent"? 

My quizzing , wonde-i^g .-^tai-e CiUisseil her to «>his.i . 

A s,.).i-ii.i ilidt ! A. njttdium ! Aha! 

V'Hjr i.usb.u.'.l y Yes, "which one*'? she afiked . 

All ! yf3 : • \,>'hicli one" y Can it be true / 

I itUMod my iieart and eyes away . 

>/li<) darj; yoj ua-aise , and feel your reputation's safe f 

And you y.>itng nian , weak eye<l . and rather dull ; 
With odiy s<x(y four p^r cent . ujwn your grade ; 
What do yo:j l)0;>e in 'h:s ^vvle woi-id to I'io f 
*• NoMiinsf . Only t-o innthot 1 can btf true " . 
Ten ye irs gone Ijy . A jmige upon the bench 1 
Oatstript the brightesi diudents in the rice . 

That «iaiet V)oy , who joined noi in atiiletic spirts , 
Bit mis'ng by himaeif with chin on hand. 
Or temple braced with inl-x an I with thu n'> . 
Out throag'h the window gi/in^' , wondarlnjly , 



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With flooJa nf th^iug-ht revolving in bi» m-al, / 

Fu; iii'y u iiravoling' . 

Thai iiuassuuiiiiiT V»oy is now a rai'i-oad uiaynate . 

Aj'e ! modesty , ealuta'oiian . f 

The dude Enepred at... her plain and sober mien . 
"The world w;!! be no better (or lier iife ; 
She; ' .5 very meols. , and all h'^r words are tuiue " . 
The yeuj s roil on : but honor , praise and fame , 
Rod ywi/tly on before her coming lei-; , 
And gulden glory fallows in hei- wthc , 
The tempera'ice banner finating o'er her head.. 
♦ * » » If. * 

The brilliant but unworthy ' oft ia praised , 

But purity and honest " worth nnhonored most. 

And po I Rcureely dare to sound »the t)ote of praise , 

For fear I might bestow my flattery amis.s , 

And then be called a fool . 

For I can only see the outward show : 

But read— "God looketh on - the heart". 

So plod youj- way along life ' s ragged road , 

Care naught for simpei'ng.jnortals' ii,milea or frowns ; 

But t^;l; the calnic* -and storms ^ of life. 

For }.':.!■ reward awaits you at the close . 

No ( l"'.r..cr:'ng mortals there will sound your fame. 

In fitful haste uncertain of the end . 

Not even anp^e's will have such a favop'd trust ; 

N > angel ' s na-p is sweet and ioud eno'igh . 

N^r ade--piate f">r 6U3h a worthy fssk . 

God • a voice alone , can toll your wondrous worth 



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Th« cold rain is fAlling . 

The g"ulehes nil are brawling , 

A 1» -1 1-; on t,lK' pjine . 
T:i.' rn'i!i m -^'lo nn is shrondeii , 
'i'.i.' m'iV is d.irlxly clnuiled . 

Aa>i cii)\vn eoniod the rain . 

»!<)iil falls tha rain fivm heaven , 
liy gusty winda ' t is driven , 

A^f'aiust my face . , 
<';<»'! I sheets now hover o ' *^r U8 , 
111 I .-.stt^ tlioy fly above us , 

In Ji -an: 9(1 race . 

Till) b'ris havt? gons to g-ooil lands 
Oi- f!se art" in thn wonllanda , 

The squii-rel ' s at home ■ 
Blackbii'd , quail and plover , 
Ave ch'rping in the clover , 

Or diffjflng the loam . 

The thrush has ceased his mxising , 
All n ^ture now is fusing , 

And going down stream . 
Good-bye to grr^g and nettle , 
The hay-stiu:kt> n )v; wlJl Settle , 

Now let me drt:".m , 



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''^*e"fc1CTHER\ ^W 




What shall I say for thee ? oh mother ! 

What whall I saj' for thee V 
Thy love is a thousand times deeper , 

Than the depths of the deepest sea 

When thy baby ia ill , oh mother ! 

And thy husband is tired and worn , 
He drowsily sleeps , unconsinous of it , 

And leaveth thee watching alone . 

Night after night , oh mother ! 

Thy watchfulness ever the same ; 
Thou art the Life-Guard in sickness , 

What shall I say of thy name ? 

And what shall I say of thy fame , mother ' 
What shall I say of thy fame ? 

If you receive not your dues, mother. 
Say , will I be to blame y 

Who calls thy position mean , mother ^ 
The place in the world , that you fill ; 

Who dares to speak lightly of thee , mother V 
That watches with such a good will . 

None have so spotless a name , mother , 

And none have so brilliant a fame ; 

Who dares to speak of thee , ill , mother , 
Only confesses his shame . 

Your eyes look weary today , mother , 
O say I were you watch::i^'- last right V 

And may I take your place tonight , mother ? 
And watch with the angel in white ? 



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Tiic iiiig'ei , that hovers o ' ei- you, mother, 

Whenevei" you watcU alone ; 
Who writes in her book with a golden pen , 

Whenever you sigh or moan . 

Does she ever speak to you , mother ? 

In sympathy , loving and kind ? 
And tell you softly in woi-ds , mother V 

When your cares wi)l be left behind V 

Y >a are v.-ry tired and worn , mother , 
Von are nearly don** with this strife ; 

Ton are re uly to go and live , mother, 
•• On th-i ever gi-een mountains of life . " 

But f!re you set out for th&t land , mother , 
Forgive the heart and the hand , 

That ever did you a wrong , mother , 
While walking the earthly strand . 

Quietly sinking" , now gone , mother , 

Into the river of death ; 
Bat the fragran^ja of heaven we caught , mother, 

You gave with your dying breath . 

Who ' 11 inhabit the highest heaven , mother I 
The highest and gi'andest and best ; 

Who ' 11 be the happiest there , mother ? 
In that long day of rest . 

I ' m sure I can not tell , mother , 
Unless I may speak for thee ; 

For , I am only a man , mother , 
And I ' m sure it will not be me 



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' a THE DE£D WIFE . » 



Dead , dfari , dead ! 

She has cj'os.-sod the iinknt>\vii sea . 

O ! v^onld th.it lay poH could vitttr , ■ j'T 

Tlif! though o i,i;.a», .ii-ipe in lue . 

VVheie can I iMs-e ray spirit ? 
Where can I bathe >:,y sou'! ? 
In a fountain unmixon . a soiimw, 
Where its v. jivv's can ueviii- roll . 

Let rae Cy from this land of troubh- . 
Away from the scenes of woe ; 
To a place of true contentment , 
Thither . oh let me go : 

Wheri^ I ne'vT .si..i.'l <.,■ i. i-.. ken heart d . 
By di6a].j)oin1ment ' 8 iiand ; 
Come, Fiith and Hope and bear me . 
Away to "That belter land" . 

For the old man on Scio ' e loland , 
And the bard on the Isle of Wight , 
Ne ' er felt more solemn and lonely . 
Nor sadder than I feel tonight . 

O I am loner- rme , so k nasome ! 
My heart has j-TOTyn r"ckened with i)aiu ; 
To know <lin: i. one so siicnt , 

Will smile oii e.irii! , never i.icnin . 

Farewell . Cur dwelling- ' 6 vacated ; 
I ' 11 never more call it my hoiua , 
For since yo i are gone , I'm a stranger , 
And life seems only a foam . 



O th-it b2aut!fal country 1 
Acr.131 tlia i\v M- or" (i»xt!i ; 
I onus BAY ta it laii I in a vision , 

Or* its fri^^'.-L.')^; I ciug'.it bat a breath 

And oh I wintei to atay there I 
This hop^ to my b>?om I praas^i ; 
I piMv * i . forever to wandar . 

Amin^ th* scenes of tk^ bleat. 

' 'C wj,a a dream • but t'jose (^?orIe3 , 
S iaII ".w.S'.- ri ! w ( "1 w^ary of strifa , 
Till wr liietH t'ere to dwe'l with the ang^els, 
"On th« ev-.T-green mountains of life". 



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il:"-- i'.<)< V V, a n tjo deviiS aie gone, 

An ■. >_! > i ' s i{ )iy >^j;' .•.(, jrounil as is thi'owu ; 

Wh.:n wj t'linii not of pieasiares oi loss or of gain , 

N >!• Hiij,b.>na of daubt iiy and suifering pain ; 

But oiiiy of God aiKi our duty to hiu) , 

T) ]»Mise hiui for mercies and pai-dou from sin , 

T > waft him a prayer on the breezes of Spring , 

W.J Ml the h.»ai-t is so full that the tongue can not einif 

I 'vi.vf flit si> ;it tiiie.s , the rein-mor.incce is sweet , 
V/U>n all th:it i had I couid '::y at his feet ; 
Wli.Mi sjltisiin '8-1 j-M.i not ;i i' ;ea-.l turon^h my brain, 
An i I jvni 1 -re i it over and over again ; 



How , His BlajeRt.y , mig^bty and kir.gly in v.-ar , 
Btoope<i to einbi-ace m^ and bi-ong-ht me tlius t'.ir , 
When I biid rebelled , tiiongh puny and ^v^:ak ; 
My eyes tilled with tears and my toii^up i^cild not sp^ak . 

But deeper , far dec^per tluiu mort.ilg c.-in rea -h , 

Is the lesson , compassion . the Scriptures doth toarh ; 

When devi'is and rebels with sin over- wrought . 

The Savior cam? down ami our salvation bought . 

Tempted l>y satan , assailed by hiii foes . 

I'et ever on mission's of mercy lio j.roes , 

C' i'ing" for •' sinnoi-s ; and . yonder, o;! see ! 

At last lie is slain aad han.i^id ixi a iroe . 

"Father forgive them , " he calleth again . 

Tend M- and tru 5 the last words of the slain ; 

Tr.ii to th3 last a-jd praying he dies . 

la the tonab , resurrected , now gone to the skies* . 

Open , bi-eak open oh hard heart ! and pour 

Tei"? from thine eyes that will cease never more ; 

W ■]", op the springs of ye fountains , t'lat ri^e , 

And breathe ye a prayei- to the Lamb iu the wkies . 

S.\'<-io:' . Redeemer, I w ilk in thy lova . 
Prepare me a home in thy mansi'ins above ; 
L"t. me lean on thine arm for my way h 're is da-k ,' 
A ho'n'> in thy kinrd<>ni a'^na fo" mv m uk . 
Though stern are thy ju l^r^n-'nt? , the v;i-k^l \v:l! k-i>A-, 
Thy name is Compassion , (hong i justic-i is W'> ; 
O Father! prepare me to join in that throiig , 
"Who will sing in The City , thfc eternal s..ag . 




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ORTHODOX HELL. 




PtN-hul. 



r peeped witbiii ihv gatee of heU , 
And oh the 8 j^lit 1 1 can not tell ; 
DeviJs iuid tieiuLi were racked in pain , 
ISlruji-^lod n'.id vtivtchod and wi-ithed again . 
'i'iu're s.it tlio biLsver , who made the cup , 
And he . who diaiik it was burning up ; 
And the man , who murdered while full of rum , 
R«i.oived Jjis di):)in and was then struck dumb . 
He sai; ihore and burned and could not speak , 
But a river of tears flowed down hid cheek ; 
And near luin tii3 w >in.in , who sold her name , 
And bou-h; a j^annent all spotted with shame , 
And boasted and wore it and praised it Well , 
Thei'e she sat drinking the dregs of hell . 
There howled a diMn-ni most haggardly old , 
He was a miser , aa I was told ; 
liis 7iioi:ty melted and burned his feet , 
^V .!le his heart, was burning with brimstone heat , 
And the liy[) »;rite only could wabb'e his tongue , 
T io deeel%-r of many . the old and the young ; 
And the thief r.n 1 the forger were wading the Styx , 
Their blood wiln its poison , beginning to mix . 
The conqueror w;i.s wading the river of hades , 
Treading on spear points and battle-ax blades ; 
Ue was moi-e than a murderer , thousands had bled , 
His cause wis ambition , ambition he plead . 
And there waa t!ie liar , his tongue now in chains , 
The lires of ael! were consuming his brains ; 



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The headsirif'n of martyrs were standing- ia Wood , 

The Wood their accuser . llie flames were their food . 

Avid List but not ieast , I have kept back to tell , 

-iiie slaver was down ia the sliin-^-pits of hell . 

}'i<j jrroane<i aud asked pai-d<>n , nlas ! ' t ivas too late , 

ir« revelled in crime and now woeful his fate . 

All thj depths of Tartarus he' s d 'Stined to bear. 

For setting a trap God ' s ini ijjo t<> snai-e . 

l>^ep down let the fires of hell ecorch liis soul , 

All o'er him the billows of hell ever roll : 

LhI ns turn to the ttironir in the g-reat rooms of hades , 

Where are mixed king-.' and captains , aii'i peasants and jadcB- 

Ti'f' braiyers .an<l drunkai-ds in box number one , 
'*' -'-e burned by the tire ami scoi-chod by tiie sun ; 
V I -Ir oi'i-nes h3i;)"l aro-.ind them in hillocks of s.;ars . 
Mv)re destruction liad wroutrht than tiie jrreatest of wars . 
Sa gfreat was this thronp^ . without number were they , 
This p'iople whose crimes grew by niglit and by day , 
So , The A.lmighty Judge swept thom into the sun , 
And gav3 them (heir portion in box number one . 

The WOT", ^n \,-',,'-=50 beauty and j ;wel-crowned hair, 

And musical voices kept as a Fnare , 

Werr- Ivsi-ii'^d in the tire . whic'i Jehovah poured out . 

iiii!. -'■il I'jto line <.f confi.t-ion and jout . 

'i < h:K number t>vo tlit^y were quickly condemned, 

lu torit.ent forevt-r . no h<ipe . n it a iViend . 

And the line gild'vl halls . which Itelohged to th'^se maids , 

Were burning with them in the island of h i<!' s . 

The heaits and the hands . which they couiled and won , 

Were all lying heipleps , hpai-tKss . undone . 

Kings have ye worsi.iped . and kingdoms adorned ; 

Kingdoms uprooted , and kinsrs niiido to mourn ; 

Riches and pleasures , to cities and towns , 

Cities lain waste of their wealth and renown . 

Changed is the music i f all of that throng . 

'•Weeping and wailing" , their lust loneiy song. 



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Not only the misers in box number three , 
But bnnkers and brokers , whoever they be , 
Tliat cheated poor widows out of their homes 
Made children orphans , bartered in bones . 
Their wealth was too heavy , they sank out of sight , 
In the bottomless pit , in an eternal night . 

The thousands of hypocj-ites in number four , 

Were searching in vain for a bridjje or a shore ; 

Those . who worshiped no Gad with a view to do right , 

The pejured , the shirk , the betrayer at night , 

The friend to your face and the foe at your back , 

Of the torments of bell had nothing alack . 

And ignorance there in self justitied state , 

Found his mistake bat ali I found it ttxi late • 

xiis parents were wrung, grandparents benight, 

^viid the wiongs of all three ne'er made a wrong right. 

Vhieves , forges and gamblei'S in box number five , 
Were thrown in headlong , burning alive ; 
'I'liey coveted g.iois , they took not their own , 
la Satan's blast-furnace now have tbey a home, 
'ji'he dark clouds ot misery roll o'er Iheir Sieads , 
'J'heir wardrobes are lire . brimstone their beds . 
'I'heir sorrow and angaisli no one can tell , 
Ever , eternally , alw.iys iu hell . 

In box number s":; worn »11 miserable liars ; 
Their tongues did more dauiige than volcanic fires ; 
Were the plagu^^s of all earth . with their br „r'i "-ame a blast, 
Hurling d'^struction to future and past . 
Ani the present's disgraced by their pitiless ♦ongues , 
Blander and malice exudes from their lungs . 
They have broken up wooings , destroyed the hearth , 
Giving vent to their success in low fiendish mirth . 
Their babble was foily but flew like the wind , 
In its wake leavin^j hate and abhorrence behind . 
Tbeir course is niw eni^d , their doom know full well , 
To gi'oan . howl and euffer forever in hell . 



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But the worst of all hades a, thonsaud to one , • 
Were those , who were placed in a l)ox I'.illfd the dium ; 
Their fires burned hotter a Ihousiml times o'er, 
Than all of the demons I ' v<; nieiitimied before. 
They were doomed there for tiling- th»^ ocean with bones , 
For snapping warm heart-sti-ing-s an(i leveling- thrones ; 
They drove the dark African into the wood , 
And stained the wild ocean with bright human blood . 
Across the deep billows tlieir captives ihey hied , 
Thousands they slang-htered and thonsands more died. 
In the turbulent whirls of tlv; vatc!-;; so wide , 
Millions of slaves havo been sunk in Hie tide . 
Chi'dren they tore fro:n their mother's *vr.j-m breasts, 
With curses and threats and many foui jests . 
They sold brethren CMptives , tivir sisters disgraced , 
But Vengeance has fhing them t<> hell's hottest place. 
The iron for branding is rusting ; the chain 
Will be dreaded by ciptivi-s never again ; 
Shout freedom to slaves ! tlif' slavei-s ah ! well , 
They must be t'lrtrnvi in the drum-box of hell . 
Be your vitals "^nl bones by tii-e' consumed. 
Reap death in its worst with the i-est of the doomed , 
Yea, sit there bv dj.-tl; through the long night of pain. 
Thy portion's in P 'ito , I'-ic drum i.s thy fane. 
There , worship th ; devil au.l p;iy fu- thy crimes , 
In brimstone and tire , with shrieks for thy chimes . 

In there were the slayers of the martyrs at last , 
Better they never had heard Gabriel ' s blast ; 
Better to have no more feeling than t>tone , 
Than in fire and darkness forever to groan . 
Worse is their flame-shroud than God ' s people wore , 
Brimstone and tire in that night of despair , 
Hurled by the hand vf a God in his wrath , 
Avenging their blood . who followed his path . 
And the furies of Heaven inoi-e teri-ible grew , 
Till they prayed to those motliers and babes whom they slew; 
But the billows rolled on -U a hurricane rate . 
Forever and ever , tiieir pj-ayej-s were too late . 



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But think you the auth.ir of sorrow an'l sighs , 
The inventor of murder . the wiiie-cup and lies , 
The chief of ambition . the master of slaves , 
The keeper of brothels and their nameless graves , 
The father and author of ail kinds of sin, 
Should lock up lliese victims and not be within ? 
No . He was chained dawn by the angel of God , 
III the drum he is scouiged with a fiery rod ; 
lie once had a place in the realms of delight , 
But changed it for hell and its long endless nigfat 
Sin , satiin and death be in brimstone and fire , 
By the Ju'ige's decree, the sentence, how dire! 
Their victims , the numbei- to myriads swell , 
Ye dwellers in darkness . forever farewell . 

BIBLE . 
The I'oot and the lii-anches shall biiin in the fire , 
And nothing but ashes be left as a pyre ; 
The proud and tiie haughty in hell ''be consumed", 
'i'he wicked forever "remain in the tomb" . 
No cry shall be heai'd fi'om that desolate shore , 
And bey on I that diath , -'thou slialt be no more" . 
They u'^ver will wake from chat terrible sleep , 
Their thoughts will be lost in the bottomiess deep . 
Tue LorJ will not call them to couie up again , 
Aud death o ' ei- tlie wicked eternally reign . 
And the devil an 1 sinners with all of their sin , 
Will be just as tliough they never had been . 
They ' 11 be pnnifthed accoi-ding to what they have done 
With brimstone and fire as hot as the sun . 
When the fuel ' s burned up the fire will die , 
And in that condition forever they ' 11 lie . 
They'll die, aiid they "never shall be any more" , 
And silence will come from that acholess shore ; 
And search the gre it universe, sinners to see, 
\'^ain is your search , for "his place shall not be" . 



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Nameless anci nuraberleKS all of this host , 
' Mid fiery biilowa they g-ave up tho ghost ; 
In the wild tlf-iue-sht-oud ye souls iempest-toS8e<l , 
Death is your portion and heaven is lost . 

i|c It: :«: « ^ « « 

A change ! from the lake of brimstone and flame . 
To a White Throne in Paiadise , ever the same ; 
And only one sound on the eternal shore , 
Praises and eonga to thi5 Lord ever-ruoie . 




SUNSHINE BEYOND THE DLOUD . 




When the clouds in darkness gather and th*" soul is drowned 
And we seem to be forgotten by the Lord . [in grief, 

Then the wings of faith mast bear us to a belter land than 
There is sunshine on the other side the cloud . [this , 

Sin, and sataa , mighty monarch , hold the world in full sur- 
And they wi-ap the fairest in a cold white shroud ; [vey , 
By and by the Resurrection, on Lite's bright eternal 
There is sunshine on the other side the cloud . [ morn , 

Sometimes here in awful darkness , not one single ray of 
Mortals lean on faith and grope their weary way ; [light, 
And we ask tha Lord to lead us till the shadow passes by , 
For the sunshine lies beyond the twilight gray . 

We must labor ; time is passing ; and ' t will all be over 
Face the battle , satan ' s shout is long and loud ; [ soon ; 
Do your duty christian brother, angels keep a steady watch. 
There is sunshine on the other side the cloud • 




93 

^ * tiii GOLDEJi cQPPERit^ 



In Golden Gate the waters are splashing , 

Against ,the i-ocks ; 
And the white sea-gulls are sailing over , 

In numerous flocks . 
The wide Pacitic is hoarsely growling , 

In broken tones ; 
He counts his victims by the thousands , 

And gloats o ' er bones . 

The v,'liite-caps roll on the bounding billowe . 

Along tlie shore ; 
And I lie mountain peaks beyond the city . 

Are bar«^ and hoar . 
Breasting th« waves comes a mighty vessel . 

Til rough Golden Gate . 
Caring naught foi- the yeasty surges , 

Dreading no fate . 

Oft she has ridden a stormy ocean , 

The sailoi's aglee , 
Thinking not of the bones beneath her , 

Under the sea . 
Where has tiiis mighty ship been sailing V 

All nvvr the deep ; 
From the frozen North to the sunny South , 

Where the night winds sleep . 

She sailed fj-om the East unto the West , 

And through the strait ; 
At last she dropped within the harbor , 

Ot Golden Gate . 
Wliere did she get her cargo , and how ? 

In what land Y 
Does shki carry a ballast of grain for the poor ? 

Or a L)i;j]ast of aand ? 



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"Wbai is her miBsion ? Who can tell ? 

Is it for naught ? 
Sails she for pleasure over the oceans ? 

With danger fratight V 
No . Her mission is one of duty , 

Her gifts are gold ; 
She carries the Bible to the heathen . 

And in her hold — 

Bread and fruits for the poor and needy , 

From the goodland ; 
Charity ' s otfering from God ' s people , 

A christian bard . 
She cari'ied a prea<;!)er and his wife , 

To the cannn);irs shrre ; 
To Asia , Af]-ica 'TuI the. islands , 

A hundred racie . 

When peace was mxde b:^tw2en two nations . 

She poured the balm ; 
To the dying thousands of old Egypt , " 

She carried alms . 
She made a trip with the boldest sailors , / 

Far , far up North ; 
She lent a hnnd in the shipwrecked seamen 

And brought them forth . 

And when no other ship would ventuie, 

To the sunny South . 
Where the yellow scourge i-aged epidemic , 

From the river ' s mouth , 
To fair St . Lonis and Mobile Bay , 

From Santee's hills, 
Across the states to Texan plains , 

And the Rocky ' s rills , 

She loaded herself with the tinest grains , 

And took them there ; 
And gave to tSie sufl'erers in the South , 

A harvest share . 



At :i*;r ma.st-head iiigfk , she carries a flag , 
Tlje stripe-i ami stars ; 

An*l many a year sh.; carried them there , 

Through bloody wars . 
But s-je loves p'^acv' . she sings of rest 

Slower her raly ; 
yhe anchors now at the wooden dock , 

Within the G.ite . 




Why d>^ yon toll j'e funeral bells ? 

i'our :^a(l and solemn refrain ; 
And ye »ing it to ma in ni}^ silent dreams , 

Over and over again . 

The Nation ' s in tears . for the hero ia dead , 

The chieftain that marshaled his clan , 
At Donalson . Vickaburg . and Richmond at last , 

Ah 1 he was a wonderful man . 

He mv)VeJ with a power aad none could withstand , 
The stroke *.>f liia powerful arm , 

When he iif;e i it up in a nation ' s defense , 
To shield the down trodden h-om harm . 

The flag ' »< at half-mast , and the mut&ed drum , 

It* Oeaiing a funeral strain ; 
And beuiud tue iuarde in rieli drapery dresaed , 

Comes the slowly moving train . 

Now loll ye on ye funeral bells , 

And pour lorlh your sad refrain , 

From hill and dale , from zone to zone , 
Over and over again . 



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PI^AIRIEFIRE. 




Lowly and sweetly tin^ miJk-inaiils humming: , 

"The flashing: stream? in the tin pii^s druraming ; '* 

The yellow poplar to m^ co-.n^s oro^ning' , 
The wind its Eolian Harp is tuninsr . 

The summer breezes are pinkiiig to rest , 
But around our ears is a noisesom > pest ; 

A. seat in the smoke, our thoug-hts 0:1 the wind, 
The companion of myths of evaiy kind . 

The pigs at the tr.iug'h ai-? Ivi lly siucsaling ; 

The farmer his c )rn an 1 oita is dealing- 
To his Jersey cows and his team of roans ; 

Higher the pigs are pitching their tones . 

The hills in th3 W;st with the sky is fretting. 

The dew fi-om heaven the grass is wetting ; 

There ' s a golden ed^'e to the crest of th,> mountain , 

And a silver rim to the little! f->anlain . 



The pigs have hushed . the farmer ' s fed them . 

( With poles and hay he soon must shed them ; ) 
The bird has flown to its leafy nest . 

Noiselessly every thing sinks to rest . 

But see ! There ' s a fire in the far off West , 
The fleecy clouds are in crimson dressed , 

The columns of smoke reaches up to the sky , 
And God save the people or many will die ! 

That danger was latent in a little match , 

Its wings were loosened by a little scratch ; 

Now it comes down like the dreadful cyclone , 

Quickly devouring many a home . 



Xs here all were merry but an hour ago , 
Now all ai-e startled witti affrig-ht and woe ; 

The women scream and the horses neigh , 
And tuy at their halters to break away . 

rhe ]V\g3 keep runninjc to and fro , 
And the cattle all are bellowing low ; 

The geese fly oft' with the turkeys after , 
All trying t ' uscipe the dreadful disaster. 

The lii-e comes on ; smoke rolls o'er the farm* 
O ! i^ n ' t thei-e one thing can keep us from barm ? 

Tiie creek is between us , scarce thn-ty feet wide • 
It has reached the bank ! there it died . 

Tiiank Heaven ! the !iit!(! »i-.-ek kept us from harm , 
And in the h"re:iftei we ' li ciil it . The Charm . 




iiiTOLEIiaiiGE . 

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The stor;n is now gathering- . the darkness comes fast , 
■ T will soon burst up')n us , the day can not last ; 
Then work , v; a-li iny brotliors with voice , press and pen , 
And sound 'loud the waniiiig again and again. 

The so-called nfoimiMs are calling for laws ; 
Oppression aho.vs which way tlie ^vind blows the straws ; 
*' A law with exemptions" ! exemptions won't stay, 
The -'ery nest congi-eps will vote them away . 

Dr>nt tiilk of intentions! . we know they ' re not good , 
I'i'S laws of intulerinco never have stood ; 
I'i-otection to .nil in their right , to believe 
Or not , as tb'^y c'joose , v/ill never deceive . 



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#frTHi"TW0llVES"r*[ 



Bright and exultant the day . 

When the two into life were ushered : 
Two paths Ptretched out in ih« distance , 

Ajid they were to choose betwpen them ; 
And thus did the Muses arlvise , 

Which one the childr.^n ^I'uild follow ; 
Differing as to the pleasure - 

That each wrndd have on his journey . 

The first one said : " I am heir of the world . 

I live in the highest circles ; 
O come and see I where my pleasures be . 

I am ever Mitlie and happv . 
T have naught !<'> do but eat ^nd drink , 

With wine I am always mf^rry ; 
My friends are lords and ladies . too ; 

I dwell iu the grandest palace : 
Amusements fine of the joUiest kind . 

I have each day in my parlor . 
Ambition swells to a giant in size . 

And a cot becomes a mansion ; 
The back\Yoods lad when once aroused . 

Becomes a noted cantain . 
And the ragged boy with but a dime . 

Can set his sfakf s for banking 
You must wear good clothes and be gay at heart, 

Though not a cent in your pocket . 
Ba reticent . ju^t enough for a show . 

For that is the going cdstom . 
You must go to suppei-s and drink red wine. 

And dine with the proud and lofty ; 
You must always do as others do , 

In order to be in fashion ; 
Walk with the gay and swell with an air , 

Of a dude or lord or jurist ; 



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InJulg-j in {^am-ia an 1 3piak of your fi'lends , 

As tlie champions in thoir circles . 
I ti'u loivl of ainbitioa in size and stren<?th , 

I sit in tiie noisy court-room ; 
I spaak great words witli a mystic air . 

Tragedies , my profession . 
I like not a cot so I van in debt , 

To build a fine brick mansion ; 
1 can j>ay for it in tlie •• by and by " , 

W'lien good titnes comes to the country . 
If I hang a !nan or two . I become 

A nole I and dreaded sherift" ; 
'T s n.tt very pie.isant to shed man's blood, 

But you must if you be a soldier ; 
And i-emomber above all other things , 

That wealth is the most important . 
Dont you be a I'^ndei-- hearted fool , 

And checked by the tears of a woman , 
If you go to <irive home a mortgaged cow , 

And the window is full of faces , 
Just look across to the other side , 

And think of your name and station ; 
You must have your dues it will never do , 

To lose an " Almighty Dollar . " 
' T is not your fault if they ' re poor , in want , 

Ov i-agged , cold and hungry ; 
And if your tenants pay not their rent , 

Just turn them out in the alley ; 
Q'lail not if they ciy oi- beg' , for the town 

Must care for its pooi- and needy . 
And besides , you must act like a sturdy man -, 

Or they ' 11 call you chicken-hearted ; 
And your dues you must have at any rate , 

J.i't come what will of the orphans . 
And if something should in your daily round , 

Call forth a sigh of pity ; 
Just toss it out on the unseen breeze , 

To carry away to the ocean - 
The tlark , deep '• sea of lorgetfulness , " 

You ' 11 think of it not on tUe morrow . 



u 



Be sharp in youi' deal with your fellow man , 

And get the bes! of the bai-gain : 
The ric";j is called great no mattt^r bo\v' made , 

But poverty , is degrading . 
So look about with a "Shy lock" eye. 

If you want a place of honor ; 
For only the mighty in brain and purse 

Can reach the halls of congress . * 
I ' ve just one rule tf) give to you , 

Take care of yourself, not of others." 

The seci/n<i paid : •• I am heir of Heaven . 

1 live with the pure in spirit . 
Sometimes I smile . but I often lie 

In the uiMrasses fif soriovv . 
Sometimes I tliirst and am lirngi-y too , 

But eat of the bi-ead o!. heaven ; 
I drink at the spring of heavenly bliss , 

And lave my soul in its waters . 
My friends are noble and staunch ami true . 

Through days of shadow and s^orro^v , 
Companions in toil and v.'hen ends this life . 

We ' 11 dwell together in heavn . 
My friends are poor ar^ .yy friends are rich , 

We measure not by tlie money . 
But moral worth and real intents , 

That govern thoughts and actions . 
I dwell in mansions , caves and tents , 

Where e ' er a heart is loyal ; 
My pleasures , such as won ' t courlemn , 

Nor bring reproach to conscience . 
Ambition ' s not a halt to make , 

Can drive with Jehu fuiy ; 
Not for a vain and empty nsime , 

But famous deeds of vakie . 
I care not wiiere you make your home , 

In humble cot or mansion ; 

* U . S . Senate , richest legislators on cartU . 



Fo)' the peasant in his shabby snit , 
Aiiil the rich aro but my bi-othei- , 
A'kI the raj^e;! boy with his silver dimo , 

Is quite a 'chaarfal giver.' 
'B^ br>M ia tong"Uii and speak the truth , 

la actions independent ; 
Be kind to every one you see , 
Crave not th ' applause of dandies ; 
Choose friends tliat's gallant-bred and true, 

And with yoarself deal justly . 
Speak 11' t great words . but fair in speech . 

lij candid , lirave and sober ; 
Ks'ep out of debt foi- it briugeth woe , 

Aiiil changeth all the futui-e . 
Though evir so poo.- , l>e honest my boy , 
Aad people will trust you better ; 
' Give to the poor , lend to the Lord , 
And weep with the broken-hearted . 
Tiiough you get not your dues , be patient ana 

i\~.^<^ .' I he widows and orphans ; [kind . 

Ani iu L,.ii.; .., ooiue , in the • by and by , ' 
Yo t ' 11 get your dues and the int ' rest . 
Smile at t!i3 rag?j"'id boys you meet , 

And the faces in the window ; 
' T will lighten thf- cir.'S of the fatherless , 

And bring a smile to their faces ; 
Evini a smile in this IVienlless world , 

Is a mine of wealth and a treasure . 
Bj kind to the destitute ray boy , 

Card less for the ''Mighty Dollar ;' 
Helj> toss their cares on the passing breeze . 

To cai-ry away to the ocean — 
The dark , deep ' sea of forgo tfulness , ' 

They ' 11 think of thein not on the morrow . 
Be lionest ray boy v.'hatevei- you do , 

You can have the highest fetation , 
Of lionoi" and power , that nov/ exists , 

On island , land or wiitcr . 
A law and a rule I give to yon , 
The best that can be given ; 



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The Law •-of Love , the GoMen Rule , 
Will carry you through to heaven . " 

The two werd of equal positions , 

Had known each other in childhood , 
A.nd were it not for their muses , 

Had been each others companion . 
Their watchful and careful parents , 

Guided their little footsteps ; 
Not diflering- much from the other , 

In teaching and training the children . 
Some superstition however . 

Had found a way to their mothers ; 
And a year from the day of their births , 

The following test they gave them : 
A. Bible , a purse and a bottle , 

Were placed on the table before Ihera , 
And the first that the wee ones would touch 

Would guide their minds in the future . 
Many were standing there anxious . 

Awaiting results with impatience ; 
The babies would frown as if doubtful , 

Or smilingly chattered in gibberish , • 
Wondering what it betokened . 

Or if they dare handle a trinket . 
" Take one Bobbie " , said sister , 

Impatient to wait its decision ; 
But Bobby looked drolly at Willie , 

And quietly waited his choosing . 
Bobby looked thoughtful and grave . 

And Willie looked grave and thoughtful ; 
All hearts throbbing . and waiting 

The innocent choice of the hopefuls 
Bobby put one hand forward , 

But drew it back to his bosom ; 
And Willie chuckling in humor , 

Followed the move of his comrade , 
But took with him for a mouth-piece , 

One fateful trinket , the bottle 
The bottle was scarcely returned , 

When Bobby laid hold of the BiM.^ 



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Aa keepsakes the Bible and bottle , 

Were laid ia the mothera'-- bureaus : 
The one portending to g-lory , 

The oiher one uugLirinfJ: evil . 
The parents of Robert were hopeful , 

And carefully guarded his morals ; 
Of William , were doubtful and gloomy . 

Forebodings of evil within them ; 
Lacking decision and courage , 

To redeem and incite at all hazard . 

R'lbei't was placed in a college , 

For an ediication in business ; 
Not foi- a dude nor dandy , 

But to think and govern his actions . 
To think and act for himself , 

In a wise an^l genteel manner ; 
Carini,- but little for show or style , 

Mastering every thing useful ; 
Keeping the hand of the learnedly wise , 

Avoiding fools and their flattery ; 
Keeping his own heart loyal and true . 

Respecting his father and mother . 
Gone , from the dear old college , 

Witii his books and arts and titles ; 
To share in th*^ mighty bustle , 

Of tljc college (f life that ' s real . 
Del)ates and lectui-es had made him , 

Of eminent use to the country ; 
His logical essays and speeches , 

Improved the mind of the thinker . 
Uut why does he visit each week , 

In a dress suit the neat white cottage ? 
Tlieio must be some thing to charm him , 

Ant engage his youthful attention . 
T]..,!e. dwells the blue-eyed maiden, 

Wu'- plays on the organ and zither . 
Or when the sun is descending, 

Jri'its and sings in the arbor ; 
And wlien the moon is rising , 

Takes a walk with her lover . 



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And he feels a throb in his bo&om , 

The beat of a. lender emotion . 
Keenly his eye and his heart 

Is alive in hopinj^ tfi win her ; 
None is braver than Robert , 

And none moi-e pillant and manly . 
His wooing beg'an in friendship . 

Nor ended in youthful affection ; 
No long-er his yearnings could smother , 

So he laid his heart on the altar - 
It burned not alone for another burned with it , 

And so from the altar , ascended 
The incense of love . 

And swept by the wind were its odors . 
So they were wed , and the bells rang out , 

The marriage belles in the Autumn ; 
And the only slander e ' er spoken of them , 

Was said ei-e that briisht day ended ; 
For die as you must and you will be praised, 

But marry and slander will follow . 
But little cared they for slanderous tongues . 
For , they started in love and wisdom . • 

*' I ' m gluing to be a profiessor . " 

Said Wiliiam one day to his father ; 
" Very good my son " said the father , 

"I suppose a professional farm hi- . " 
'• Not very likely " said Williav.i . 

"I've got too much brain foi* a lai-mer ; 
I ' 11 be a doctor or lawyer , 

Or perhaps I ' 11 belong to the clergy , " 
So off he started for college . 

His pockets jingling with money ; 
But money can never supply , 

The lack in the upper story . 
' Money is only a caller . 

Few are his visits and transient ; 
So use him but never abuse him , 

When he makes his welcome appearance . 



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True , William could get a lesson , 

In half the time taken by others ; 
But brilliancy is not the standarii . 

That niikas onf^ of g-i-eater distinction . 
The \vo!-id moves steadily onward , 

And the sedulous ahvaya is winner . 
He , \v]io flies fast . ( hear my doctrine , ) 

Will get to the end . the sooner , 
But who /jfoes islnvve)- sees more , 

And gets inoi-e good of the journey . 
William worked well for awhile , 

Then fi-ll into disolute habits ; 
SonutimetJ he copied from others , 

A II J seldom was seen at chapel . 
Card pl.-iying , buflboning and billiards , 

BecauiB liis gi-eatest amusements . 
Kept on in his wileful wildness , 

Till at last ho was reprimanded ; 
Burning with rage at the insult , 

Complained to his artful companions . 
They advised him to send a retort , 

Assorting his rightful freedom . 
He a gentleman woithy of honor , 

And rebuked by a bookish j<rofessor I 
He may chide tlie dolts at the college , 

Too stupid to be insulted , 
But he should leave with a vengeance , 

'I'hey should takf his name from the record 

M staken fool I he'll rue it " '03- and by ;" 
Behind the di-uggist ' s counter now he stands , 
And reaches here and there with happy smiles , 
As gay companions shake him by the hand . 

ixh . wily . heeiiless , heartless , flattering knaves ; 
1 kri,)w you ' ve marked that victim for your prey ; 
As iuin iii arm they to the rum shop go , 
He iisks tliem all to drink and each says "aye" . 

Hie money ' s gone ; his heartless friends go next ; 
Turned out into the sti-eets faint and alone : 



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The wind g-o^^s by , it brings to him a sound 
From far off bills , " V/illain come honiH . " 

Down , down he sinks day after day , '• ah ! well , 
No use to try to stop , I' m bound in chains ; 
But little farther are the gates of hell , 
My soul is now on fii-e . so is my bi-ain . " 

Dark was the day young man you left your home , 
And darkf^r was the day you left the school ; 
Allhougii the sun shone brightly on them both . 
Discotiraged man ! where will yon spend your Yule . 

Beware of idling for it bringeth di'arth . 
And. in the end blight, sorrow ami contempt ; 
And when you ' re old and one foot ' s in tht grave , 
You ' 11 ponder on a life sad and unkempt . 

Misei-able ragged and hungry . 

Out of the village he sauntered ; 
All day he wiin'lered alone . 

At night he slept in the fri-land ; 
The nigiit winds sounded again . 
" O William I my boy , i-eturn . " 
Awakefling he saw a meteor , 

Fall out of sight in the distance . 
He read his doom in that siun.il , 

That he would leap out into darkness . 
Again he dreamed ; and his motlier 

Knelt in prayer for the absent ; 
He knew the trend of her prayer , 

And closed his ears with his tingers . 
Lest he should hear Ikt weep , 

And hear the wail of hey anguish 
Back to the city he ' d .;ree)i , 

Like >i wild b^ast pro-,viiug at night-fall . 
And beg for a drink ov grog , 

Or his clay pipe full of tobacco . 
Seldom a hand was offered , 

Seldom a kind word spoken ; 
Seldom a smile was given , 

Seldom a face seemed open . 



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Down at a rapid rate — 

l):)wn lifo'a iiill he is goingf ; 
A l:iu.l sliile J>res3ing his steps , 

8.vift on the ivnid to destruction . 
Like the tourist over the mountain , 

When his snow-brake is suddenly broken 
And he tinda him.self rushing' along- , 

Adown tiie slope like a shadow , 
Catching- at th.s ami that briar. 

To save liiinself from destruction . 
So . SvJoiiig- an opportune moment , 

To a drover his services proffered . 
All went well toi- atvliile . 

And he miii-jii-.d the gi-ntlrtuian * s daughter. 
He married her for iier inmey , 

Sue maj-ried him for position ; 
Tbe.r disappointments were bitter , 

For each liad lied to the other . 

( Tin i-e is a proverbial idea , 

Tijat a tiend e ' er marries an angel , 
Ail 1 a persoi) of crooked temper , 

UiiiuiJinffly mu-r'es a model ; 
The njat ohvays W' ia with a sloven , 

And tiie homeiy c.itc'i.es a beauty ; 
The g-o>>d falls in love with t^^e bad , 

And the wealthy chooses a beirg-ar . 
Those are not facts but liction , 

Hatched in the brain of a acribbler . 

* T is fh; lovely , that marries an ang-el . 

And tlij fiend , that marries the horrid ; 

• T is the sour , that weds the temper , 

\!ui the beauty . a perfect model ; 
TiK- siug-p:ard catches the slattern , 

And the ribald mates with the ugly . 
The elegant weds the re!inj I , 

And only the poor with tlia beggar ; 
The rie'j unites with the wealthy , 

The wanton with the deceiver . 
Each one chooses an equal , 

And gets hia dues in the outcome . 



And this rule in civilizauon , 

Varies witb only exceptions . ) 
In villainy , bitter and deep . 

Each were to the other disdainful ; 
Their love-songs waning^ to silence , 

Were superseded by hatred . 
But woman in na+ui-e , i.s tender , 

When man is frail and exhausted ; 
When friends turn into ti-aitors , 

Woman is truer and deai-er ; 
When man is weak and in trouble , 

Woman is stronger and brighter ; 
When bivother turns against brother . 

Woman is loving and faithful ; 
When howls the demon of darkness , 

Woman is good as an angel . 
Day after day she nursed him , 

When he laid low of a fever ; 
Day aftar day she grew kindlier , 

Day after day he rc-pented ; 
Till at last he from sickness recovered . 

And they vowed they would bur\' 'Vjntention 
Filled with a hope , ( t ' was delusion , 

He sailed away on the ocean , 
Unhelmed , without keel or ballast . 

Vainly he tried the wild billows 
Though fortune may favor an idler . 

He for the task is unfitted ; 
Must leave the steamship and the ocean 

Contented to ride on a frog- pond 
Out of his high sounding office , 

In with a third class lawyer ; 
Then from that office , instated , 

A clerk in the store of a merchant . 
Out of the warehouse was hurried 

The clerk . declared a defaulter ; 
And out of the country forever . 

The officer follov/ed the scoundrel 
In a far oft" land in the west , 

He passed for a granger merchant ; 



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And before tliey opened their eyes . 

i'ai- , far away waa the stranger ; 
Wall iiioncy an 1 checks he was trusted. 

And quietly then he abeeonded . 
When he had lost that by gambling , 

( For he was the most luckless gambler , ) 
He took up the role of an agent , 

With the name of attorney for patents . 
But "a lie will out" "by and by," 

And a liar will be remembered ; 
Ho at last in a desperate mood , 

Ke bo]-i"owed a cart and shovel , 
Fir thieving by exhumation , 

For a surgeons ' medical college . 
Said h '. to hid wif^; , "I cant dig , 

I lather would die of starvation ;" 
And the sheriff came down from the city , 

And arrested young William for forging . 
Then in the yellow moonlight , 

By the side of the noisy river , 
He h;id his trial by torch -light , 

And they marched him off to the prison . 
Dark was his cell and bolted , 

Loiuily and damj) and dreary . 
•' William , oh William I come home , " 

Coaxingiy came through the darkness . 
*• Three times now have you called me , 

Bat William will never re'turn . " 
Timi wore slowly away , 

An I William bi-oke jail with the others ; 
They scampei'ed away to the hills , 

And entered the den of the outlaws . 
He stole down to see his companion , 

Wiiea the wild eXJiJemm; subsided ; 
Avowing the past to redeem , 

Or die in regaining his honor . 
But he heard of the death of his wife . 

And courage died in his bosom . 
So he hiel himself back to the cave , 

And joined the band as a wrecker 



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At iirst he stole from the helpless , 

Then openly robbed tlie b.uiker ; 
Then wi'ecked and plundere*! the i-ailway , 

Then murdered the weeping- maiden . 
A.sk ye the whvls of hid mnrd'^rs ; 

The stars in the heavens curse him ; 
He spares not the youth noi- aged . 

He's seared as with iron his conscience . 
See there ! is your blood not frozen ? 

He drags from the house his cousin - 
There by the twinkling starlight , 

He drags her foi-tli on the greensward . 
Inhuman wretch ! would you murder 

That maiden . your beautiful cousin V 
Ah ! but he knows her not , 

Long years since they passed their childhood ; 
"Death! or with me to the mountains" . 

Said he with his dagger u})Iifted ; 
She resignedly looked in his face . 

And read her doom in his scowling . 
She breathed but a word of prayer , 

Commending her soul to heaven . 
When his knife struck de(?p in her bosom , 

And he left her alone and bleeding . 
When the sun arose in the morning , 

Where at midnight had i-eigned the terror , 
Had saw only the smoldering embers , 

Where had been the hemes of the happy . 
There had been the scythe of destruction , 

They were wasted , plundei-ed and butchered ; 
There on the green in the sunshine . 

Lay one in her sweetness and beauty ; 
Death had finished its work . 

As she bad finished her duty . 
Her tresses were covered with ooze , 

Silent the heart in her bosom ; 
Her cheeks were moistened with dew . 

And the peai-1 drops lay on her temples ; 
Strong was her heart to do right , 

Facing death in her duty ; 



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Quailing not at the frowns , 

Of this tiint-hearled , murderous demon . 
How dig iiei- a j^rave in the valley , 

And lay her to I'est in its bosom \ 
An I cover her carefully , sadly , 

With turf and mold , and in kindn«s8 
Plant there some roses and lilies , 

As fair as the blossoms in Eden ; 
And leave her to rest in her sweetness . 

Till bhtt trumpet shall call aer to glory . 

Back to their den like the tiger , 

csltuiking at daylight approaching , 
Harried tais band uf assassins , 

I'd divide taoii- prizes and plunder . 
In all liiey agi-ssed very well , 

i.'iii they camj to tue golden locket , 
Which William claimed he had torn , 

t^rom tae neck of a dashing beauty . 
Ji.u his captain wa'ited the gold-case , 

AiiLi then ihey began to quarrel . 
Wh3u William lay soundly sleeping , 
Tad ieadcjr crept to his bedside ; 
And tuei-c; in the hush of the darkness . 
Piuagcd his knife in to the handle , 
Into the heart of his foeman , 

VVre^lving revenge on his comrade . 
Never a atar takes notice . 

Nigiitly iiucli aceaes ai'e enacted ; 
S^arecly a sound in the forest , 

Aas>vers the blood ia its gurgling ; 
(Scarcely the breezes of midnight , 

Answer3 the close of hia breathing . 
WhJa the sua was high in the heavens , 

From a rocky ledge of the mountain , 
They jestingly hurled him over , 

And returned to their windowless cabin . 
And the hungry beasts of the forest , 
Held a gkoul-wake over his body , 



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While the strong-ei- feasted , tl'.e weaker 

Could op.]y_ keap watcliing- in silence ; 
And when the next morning- rolled in , 

Tljere was not e'en a bone left 1o bury . 
From the top of the fir ti-ee , tlui I'aven 

Proclaiiwed his funeral oi-ation ; 
And the weeping- wind from the eouth-land , 

Was there as the only mournei' ; 
And the noj-tli wind chajitud his dirge , 

From his icy s-^at on the snow-hills . 
As they lei't him , so does the writer , 

Alone witii his sorrowfid story . 

Twelve rifles gleam in the air , 

Reilectiny tlie siin in his brightness ; 
Twelve I'ifles speak against wrong . 

And twelve speak hnidiy for justice . 
Twelve men ' fighting . a duty , 

They owe their hnm';s and their country ; 
They conquer and lescue two maidens , ' 

And sveep from that mounlain i''.e outlaws . 
Twelve men burn down the carun , 

And bury the dead on the hillside 
Twelve men march off in file , 

Glad they could render such service . 

Frightful and black and secluded , 

The name and fame of that mountain ; 
The wind and the creeping shadows , 

And the howling wolves of the forest , 
The owl ' s hoot and scream of the panther , 

Combine to make it more lonely . 
Here in the silence we leave it , 

Cursed and dishonored forever . 

How different the life of our Robert ! 

He settled down with his dower ; 
All that he got was a lady , 

Charmingly sweet aa the Houris . 
Their farm and garden , well tended , 

Brought them a bountiful harvest ; 



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And they lived like our fore-parenta 

Did in tlie Garden of Eden . 
On the day of elaclioa our Robert , 

Was made the jud^-e of the village : 
To offices higher a,ad higlie;* , 

He arose iu rapid successioa — 
To the house , then the sendee , and then 

He accepts a chair iu i.ue college . 
As ke turus fivm the uuiis of cont«ution , 

To bury himbelf iu the classics , 
jitlemories , pit^asaat and soothiug , 

i'empers political warfare . 

Lucifer ' s Fable . 
Robert , the aiau of wisdom , 

The orator , Wi'iter , and scholar , 
V?a8 asked by the Ckief of the Nation , 

To accept a cabinet office . 
Aui the next who went to the White-Hoase , 

Was Kooert , tne choice of the people . 
Thon congroas , assembled , declared : 

•■Our law, is Tue Law of Jehovah. 
Wow cornea the Milloiiium Era , 

VViiu viod ia our great coaatitiition . 
'Now beat your Si>ear3 into scythes. 

And beat your swords into plow-shared . ' 
No more shall be blood-shed , and n>iver 

^u^il nation war agaiast naaon . 
We dwell ' neath our arbors and tigtreea , 

And Peace is inseribed on our banui.-s . " 

•• Let the women hold offit:e and vote ut tae p )ll3 , 
And out of the country inteiuperance rolls . 
This lie oa our naiioa ' s been ha.uging for years , 
Though eioijuent wives have Oo.^n pleading through 
We purch<!.cjeu ibe slaves wi!h rivcrs of blood, [tears. 
And gave back their rights ihxi v/ere given by God . 
With Freedom's broad banner we jailea o'er the sea , 
And preached, pray 3d md sung of, Ihe Land of the 
But we are not free wheu the women can't, vote, [Free- 
Our boasting of freedom ia 'inly by i-ote . 



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IJut now you are free, we have passed the great bill, 
We have worked jn its cause with a her.);y good- 
Shout freedom to women , and freedom to men ! [will. 
O ' er valleys and hills again and again . 
Long , long have we waited for this noted day ; 
This the advance of a brighter era . 
O ring the bells louder ! from turret and hall , 
' Round the wojld on the lightning sound fieedom 

[ to all . " 

That the women voted , is certain , 

For the prohibition amendment . 
Overpowered and vanquished . 

The rum-liend takes his departure . 
He knows , when women can vote , 

His power is broken fnrcver . 
Time flies ; features chang'^ ; 
■ What a change in this progressive nation ( 
Since liquor is put under ban , 

Crime is surely decreasing . 
Bacchus go with your revels , 

Red-eyed demon forever ; 
Into a nameless grave , 

And we ' 11 cover your carcass with ashen . 
There may you bide your time , 

Contemptible child of the devil ; 
And arise to receive your doom , 

With him at the final judgment . 

Since the Siva of men's reason. 

Has been deposed of his kingdom , 
High crimes have ceased upon earth , 

We dwell in peace and contentment • 
One law follows another , 

And so with Ihe laws of our women : 
"Capital punishment" follows. 

(For this is a ••Christian Nation")? 
'• Be it enacted by Congress , 

We hereby declare it abolished . " 



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" Now , one thing more in thia nation , 

We pray you to have excluded : 
God will never accept us , 

While churches are full of contention . 
Away with your different isms , 

And establish ' A. Christian Union , ' 
And settle the controversy , 

By compromising our doctrinfs . 
No more dissensions among us , 

We worship in blessed communion ; 
And those who refuse to obey us . 

We ' 11 liraw them by legal coercion . 
And the ' Christian Sabbath ' must keep , 

And reverence the ' Ciiristian religion . ' 

Heaven ' s begun upon earth I 

For the causes of crime are abolished ! V 
Jail-doors rust on their Iiinges . 

And viue^ gi-ow over tlie windows . 
Workshops now are abandon«^d , 

In the old untenanted prisons . 
The judges have gone from the benches , 

And needless are bailiil's and juj'ors . 
The sheriff has taken a farm . 

The lawyer another profession . 
Employers have ceased their oppression , 

For each ia at peace with his brother ; 
A man is secure whire-ever he bj , 

On continent , isiand or ocf>an . 
The generous rich , the beggars have fed , 

And none but cripples are beggars ; 
Welcome are they where-ever they go , 

For Charity ' s door stands open . 
Ho cheating nor debts , no swearing is heard . 

No shadow of libel nor slander ; 
Bat love is the mainspring of acti<ui , 

And ' t will last for a tho.isand summers . 

••0 1 what f^hall we call thij groat era? 
Wiioii Peacv' rocks the world in her crj.dle . " 



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'The Millennium" ftnsv/ered our Robert, 

"Willi ours the glory ot' nations." 
The words ec:^rc(*:ly dic-il on his lips . 

When they were caught np by another ; 
And all 'round the world H was re-echoed, 

By voices stirring and mighty : 
"This is 'The Great Jubilee,* 

And this is the world's conversion." 

" Coming events cast their shadow^ be'ore them . " 

FACTS . 
Chimerical , Koining delusion ! 

Born in the realms inftrns; ; 
Hope against hope and pi-ocUim it. 

But disajipointment will follow . 
Theories erho from Plato , 

Delusive t'< many a hero : 
But time will reveal in the future , 

Results that can never be altered . 
How hast t'noii read ? oh reader 1 

Facts arc for you to study . 
Straws on the unseen breezes , 

Show how the wind is blowing ; 
And "coming evnts" way the poets, 

"Cast their shadows before them." 

Have nations disbanded their armies ? 

And beat their swords into plowshares f 
No . Millions and millions of so](Jiers . 

Are mustered and ready for battle . 
With canons and bayonets bristling , 

On'» v'M-t camp . arrayed , is all Europe . 
The "F/istern question" is 'rousing, 

And Tnrkev is sqmndered and bankrupt . 
The woi-'d is preparing its armies , 

To biitie at gre\t. Armigsddon. 

Go ask ve the pro''i'rn1e mnPSfs . 

Incre;isinir by hundreds a-'d tlmusrinda , 
How many less rum-shops -nd brothels. 

Than in the year that has emled . 



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Each year there are three hundred thousands- 

Of inmates added to bordels ; 
And three per cent added to twenty , 

fciliow the increase of gamblers atid drunkards . 
Only ten thousand yearly conversions , 

And three million heathens born yearly . 
When will tlie world be converted ? 

To Christ and the christian religion . 
Whtii will the world be prepared ? 

For Christ and his "Kingdom of Glory." 

Capital strife against labor , 

Poverty lighting with riches ; 
Babyuu , anarchy , ruin ; 

Eich at the throat of his neighbor . 
Armies are tramping and tramping ; 

iJut not on the red fields of glory : 
But shelterless outcasts and vagrants , 

Are idle and sad and dejected , 
Diaheari.ened , and glad when Death ' s angel , 

Hides them away in earth ' s bosom . 

Mo'Ov>;rir.y , riots ioci"^i;,3ing ; 

Lan Isiides and ocean disasters ; 

Eirth-jiiakes and fainines m ire f!-Ji.[aant , 

All earth in a u-i^-htful ommotKii. 

Pall Mail 'orizetleers probe the ulcer ; 

^Are theie ten saints in Pa,ris or London ? 
High pimps of New York and Chicago . 

Hu,ve plotted fir •• bijanty and booty ."* 
O Mre- deluged city of Sodom ! 

Now rise up iu ju Igmeiit against them ; 
And Goinorrlia condema them to ashes , 

For the soul-miney baaked in perdition. 
Vice an I c n-i-uption is teeming . 

Unblushingiy , boldly in churches ; 
And the hearts of just men have fainted , 

And their tears flow in torrents like rivers; 

* Tilly ' 8 Hatlle Oiy at the oatlle of Ulagdejurg , 
and also PaekeiiUam ' « at Ne.y Orleans . 



Ami ten thousand sages are needed , 

To weep lor the sins of tbe people : * 
And ten times as rnr.ny are wanted , 

To pi-each the religion of Jesus . 
Satan ' s not dead nor a-sleeping- ; 

The lion still lurks in the jung-le ; 
And nothing but God and the ang-els , 

Can keep the fow faithful from falling . 
We ean only l>e glad , when at sunset . 

We enter the long dreamless shadows , 
And then go when death ' s bands are broken , 

And taki our Millenium in heaven . 



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# THi eaSKER AND i JRE OUT W/ 



Well wife , I'm in a (piandary ! 

And I'll tell you what it's about : 
( My clothes are old and ragged . 

And you know I have the gout ; ) 
But I ' ve worked like an ox my eon , 

Clearing the f:irm about ; 
Bat another man -vill take it now , 

And the banker and I are out . 

You see , when Sumpter was fired on , 

I said "I'll do what I can ;" 
>So I shouldered my gun and marched away , 

For I was a Lincoln man . 
I stood by "the goverment" all those years , 

Though we had a many a rout ; 
But "the goverment ' s " on the raid now, 

And the banker and I are out . 

I climbed *' Lookout '' and " marched to the eea , " 

And I did it with a will ; 
And then come home to the babes and you , 

Tlie little farm to till . 
And while I could work we got along , 

Now I ' m old and have the goiit ; 

*See Heraclitns , & Joel 3 - 17 . 



Ani the biitike;- owuk the Ha\vthoi-n farm , 
Ana tiio baiikci" u,.;U. I iirc out . 

N'lvv Joiiu was always a steady boy , 

iiat ne wantOvl lo try Uie vVcst ; 
So at niriileeu 1 told buu lo t^'o , 

VVluu-e ae thoug-ht he cuuid ilo tbe best 
(For Jauj aud Toaiiny vvero then at home. 

And I thou^ut tiiey would i-emain ; ) 
ho Le wunt ou and tile next we heard , 

The indiauj uad captured the traiu . 

Then Jane was inarried to miner Jake , 

And iney live in Idaho ; 
And i'o.uiay , yim aid 1 were left , 

A. id tiie worli. wont hard and slow . 
Tnen he ijuk sieiv and for nine Ion' weeks , 

He worried the fever thnmg-h ; 
And the banker often visited us , 

And loaned me money , too . 

But he was taken worse than before , 

And the doctor was called again • 
And then set in a siege of storms , 

Ar:d ram caau after rain . 
' T was all we c juld do to wait oa him , 

lie didn't liva quite a week; 
I felt I'elieved when a^i was gone , 

For he was too lo^v to speak . 

So , I was left alone to i.end im fai'm , 

i was quite worn out you kn.»,v ; 
And the wheat and oats were Si)oiled in the 

And the hay waa bound to go . [ shock 
And the doctor ' s bill was very high - 

All these brought the mortgage about ; 
So now we ' ve got to leave the place , 

And the banker and I are out . 

So I borrowed money at "Giabber's Bank,' 

There was nothing else I could do ; 
Gave ivventy pjr cent or a little more , 

And a cut-throat mortgage too , 
Well ! I did n ' t figure so vei-y tine , 

And I had to brook the llout ; 
Bat he's legally taken away oar home , 

And the banker and I are out . 



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This legal robbing I do n ' t see through : 

There are just three roads to weal ; 
By work , by gift , and the third yon see , 

By theft or a lega,l steal . 
Through which of tlu-se our farm has gone , 

I ' H! sure it's not h;!i-d to see ; 
And my banker friend since I ' m broken up . 

Cares not a penny for me . 

He does n ' t bow when he meets me now , 

But he used to stop and talk 
For an hour or more , and I get so mad . 

I could sbimp him through tiie walk . 
And my brother Joe has written to m« , 

That a banker loaned him a sura ; 
And compound interest ate him up . 

So he ' s had to lose his home . 

When we have money we ' ye splendid times , 

But the bankei'S call it in ; 
And then we must scrimp from hand to mouth 

And the shirt is as tight as the skin . 
Blear-eyed poverty ! gaunt and weak ; 

But the " sliylocks " are fat and stout. 
These Nalional Banks are a goverment curse 

And the banker and I are out . 

So we ' 11 give the dear old home goodby , 

We have done th-? best we could ; 
We'll pack our trunks and go down the lane 

And trust the balance with God . 
And the banKer twinkled his business eye , 

Scorning the "ignorant lout". 
As he chuckled in humor to himself , 

" Hawthoi'n and I are out . " 




O how fast time flies ! like a bird on the wing ! 
Just a word we can speak , just a eong we can sing ; 
From a babe to old age like a swift rolling wave , 
" Man passes from life to tiis rest in the grave . " 



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Sq^ THE MOOK QaNGRES S .^1^ 



Come all ye youny gents and ye ladies so lair , 

Let me sh'.g you a song . The Congi-essional Air ; 
Perhaps you will smile when you hear of its name , 

But you ' 11 shout when you hear of its fame . 
Choi'us . 
Then cheer for the congress , the new fashioned congress , 

The congress that met in the winter tvvilight ; 
The congress , tiie congress , the patriots ' congress , 

The congress that met to do business aright . 

There are gentlemen here from all parts of tlie country , 
And ladies with blushes jiist hid from our sight ; 

With the nerve of a hero , tlie wheel at their shoulders , 
Will steer the old vessel with might . 

The House is embellished with many fair ladies . 

JSoiua live in the East and some hail from the West ; 
They will cany things on to the choice of their notions, 

For the gentlemen will not jirotest . 

And they in the dignified hall called the Senate , 
Will s-^'ay tlie stj-ong minds by intuitive charms ; 

Not a duelist there will dare challenge another, 
For a lady is sergeant at ai-ms . 

They will bring in a statute prohibiting whisky , 
Aud bombard the rum shops in open daylight ; 

They will clean out the mormons in less than a jiffy , 
Because they will say '-It is right." 

They ' II frighten the bankers and scare the bondholdera , 
And lighten our taxes by fully one half; 

** \Vhy ! gentlemen this is the way to do business , " 
T!ie ladies will say with a laugh . 

This proi,'!e.ssive Union has welcomed the ladies , 
And cast foul Injustice o ' ei'-board to his fate ; 

Like true men and women we'll labor together, 
And cherish the old Ship of State . 




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There ' s a mystery in love , 

But I can not tell you why ; 

It is deeper than the sea , 

And bro.idf^r than the sky . 

I played the softest air . 
My voice a g'^ntle ti-ill - 

' T was years and years ago : 
** Her brij^ht eye.s haunt ine still . " 

I pressed her to my heart , 
The joy to m*^ was bliss ; 

' T was love and love alone , 
I urave her one more kiss . 

Wo Tiavf"d : and she lives 

I't th'» mins'on on the hill ; 

And she )"ft, me to my fate : 
'• Il'^r h-i«x!it eves haunt me still . " 

I ' ve sailed arvoss the sea . 

To m.iny a foj-eip-n l.ind ; 
I've rode the mountain wjivcs , 

And jrrated on the sand . 
I've heard the junprles roar. 

And ray blood was nlmo.-^t chill ; 
I ' ve seen the )is:htnin£ir3 j'^lare : 
'* Her briffht eyes haunt me still . " 

I ' ye h'^nrd the canons boom . 

And the trumpet ' s awful sound ; 
I saw the prand wild charg'e , 

On the bloody battle g'round . 
But amid the smoke and g"loom , 

There came to me a thrill , 
A remembrance of the past : 

" Her brisrht eyes haunt me still . " 

I ' ve laid me down to rest , 

Where g-roves wei-'^ i^reen and fair ; 

The sunbeams throufrh the heaves , 
Seemed frlancini^ through her hair. 

I've hear the wind-harp sweet. 
Ami the murmur of the rill , 

But my heai-t was tai- away : 
•' Her bright eyes haunt me still . " 



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O 1 the hnrrioane may roar , 

Am J ti)^ waters swish an.l siirtfe ; 
And .storms m ly s^veep t!n «nn'th , 

Or the ze{>hyr.s chmit a rWrgii . 
But anii<i lif-'s uliansing- scenes. 

Our rambles (»v tlie tnill , 
Are ling-erini,' in my mintl : 

•' Her bn^chr, «y>'S hsiunt ma still . " 
I've wishfil I C'lulil firffc't. 

The pain her 'n-es have cost ; 
My hopes ai*e in the dust , 

For I have •• loved and lost." 
My sun is sinking" low , 

Behind the western hill : 
And m / heart is beating' slow , 
But her brig^ht eyes haunt me still . 




GHJILSIE GSZELLE .» 




Cujfid . thine arrow was well aimed and true , 
Ar, we sped o ' er the lake in her birch tree canoe ; 
As merry of heart and as fleet as the roe , 
Is this Beauty that lives near tiie mountains of snow. 
Her grace is perfection . a Venus in form . 
Woom , eivilized fashions can never deform ; 
Aiirora's sweet face and a siren in song. 
Deal- Chalsie Gazelle I would ne'er do thee wrong . 

I met thee at eve when I came fi-om the chase , 
In which I had mingled with thy dusky race ; 
Thy wa;i-iors with hatchets and spears slew a bear , 
That grappl-^d mo d>wn when I pressed to his lair . 
Thy ftither, the chieftain, the bi-ave Thunder Cloud, 
Was iirst to my rescue and Iwi oa the crowd ; 
An' I as we returned and encamped by a lea , 
I lassoed this I'awn and will give it to ihee . 

I gallantly woo thee with sympathy kind ; 

Romantic , I feel on thy bosom reclined ; 

"Who wouldst thou have been in an exalted birth ? 

A star in high circles , renowned upon earth . 

j.'hy beauty has captured and ravished my heart, 

F.T "toer attractions I can not depart ; 

For , of this I am certain : thou lovest me well , 

My beautiful fawn-eyed Chalsie Gazelle . 



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There ' a a tear in my ovg'an of vision , 

Tiiere ' 8 soitow 'way down in my heart ; 
But perhaps it will lig-hten tomorrow , 

When the olonds from my mem'ry depart . 
The trees that were robed in rich greenness , 

And the flowers that bloomed by the way , 
Have been changed by the fi-osts of October , 

To a lifeless and colorless gray . 

I have Rat in the bowers in the morning , 

I have 8trol!e(i through the meadows at noon ; 
I have climbed o ' er the hills and the valleys , 

By the light of the sweet silv ' ry moon . 
And the flowers were blooming all 'round me , 

They made me feel happy and gay ; 
But the cold chilly winds of October . 

Have stole my companions away . 

The leaves on the trees hava turned yellow , 

The woodlands look dreary and sad ; 
And the mournful wimls of the Autumn , 

Tend to make me feel lonely and bad . 
There ' s a haze hanging ' round the horizon , 

With clouds the blue sky is o ' er-cast ; 
And the cold chilly winds of October , 

Have killed my companions at last . 

So often I feel a lone sickness , 

When I hear the cold northern blast ; 
And I weep while in sadness I ponder , 

O ' er the present . the future and past . 
The frosts and the winds and the snowstorma , 

Are coming o ' er forest and lea ; 
And they make rae feel sad while I'm thinking . 

How they stole my companions from me . 

Perhaps I shall die in the winter . 

Ere the bloom of the s%veet summer flowers ; 
And they'll make me a grave in the wondland , 

Not far from the evergreen bowers . 
But in heaven I can not remember , 

(For in heaven no sorrow shall be;) 
How the cold chilly winds of October , 

Stole my flowers , my companions from me 



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THE G^A^R. CASfP. 




Well ! old comrades have we met in the ai-my camp once nior* t 

How the letters, (i . A. R. thrill my soul I 
For they take me back again to the time we went to war ; 

Now attention ! while I call the roll . 
Not a sound was heard while the moments flew away . 

But I could not call a name and turned around - 
For 1 thought of those who fell on the southern battle tieldfl 

Who are sleeping in the cold damp ground . 

Then the drums began to be.-it and we dashed away the tears , 

And our heirts grew glad and gay in the march ; 
And we circled ' round the camp and we halted by the flag , 

Where our sisters had made a flowery arch . 
And the prayer was eloquent , the oration thrilling . grand ; 

And we tossed our caps and gave a mighty cheer ; 
But that good old faded Hag torn by rebel shot and shell , 

Was more gran^ and eloquent and dear . 

Now we ' re sitting by the camp-fires telling tales of army life . 

While the stars are peeping at us through the sky; 
How we chased the boys in gray and they scooped us in return . 

When they stole a march upon the sly . 
How the canons boomed and shells went screaming by , 

And the whislling bullets fell like leaden hail ; 
And the sabers met and clashed when the bugles gave the 

And but few are left to tell the tale . [charge , 

Yes . our picket work is done and our standing guard at nig^bt , 

And the canons only fire a salute ; 
For the sword is in its sheath and we hear no war ' s alarms . 

But we hear the mei-ry fife and flute . 
Now we are growing- old and passing one by one , 

And we hear the funeral bell so softly toll ; 
Will we meet each other boys on the other side of death , 

When the Loi-d of Hosts shall call the roll '( 




BE REyaiUTios ; f ^ 

The king of old England was not very wise , 
Or he would have been better to iis ; 

The "Stamp Act" and ••Tea Ta,s '* he should have 
And not made so much of a fuss . [omitted , 




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But when he g'ot angry and ficw in a n-ge , 

He was an uni-eafconable tbol ; 
And he lot loooe his temper and reason h« t;,;;rn(!d , 

And he would not keep the Golden ilule . 

An army was mustered and many hard battles 
Were fought ere he bellowed •* enough ; " 

In all of hi3 wars never tackled a Yankee , 
Nor knew they were luatle of sjch stuff . 

They fought liks^ brave h' roes and conciuered the foe, 
And gained for themselves a free land ; 

When they beat him and scouted and roaterl his 

'• Yankee D.)nd!e '' was played by the band [iroops , 

A president then tliey elected to i-nle . 

And the first was the great Washington ; 
And twenly three others have made up the record , 

But how many more are t^> co,n^ ? 
And three times our counti-y"s been ravaged by war , 

And the in(li;>ns are fighting foj- aye ; 
But the nations respect us our {lag grows anon . 

An<l long may she wavi! in the sky . 



#t"BgEM¥"CfiYS"." 





O ! the dreary days of winter , 

Have begun at last again ; 
And I feel so sad and lonesome , 

In the snow an 1 mist and i-ain . 

And my musings ebl) and flow , 

In my heart, ' s a silenr, pain ; 

But it all will tui-u to gladness . 

"When the roses come again." 

Many friends have woed and won me , 
Love has never yet grown cold ; 

But I feel theie ' e something lacking , 
While the rose sleeps in the mold . 

In my dreams I fall asleep , 

Where the sun sweeps o ' er the main 

But I ' U wake the song with gladnesa , 
"When the roses ciune again." 

Seek your rest oh ! weary wand ' rer , 
And foi'get your loss and gi'ief ; 

On my breast of pinks and roses , 
Lay your head in sweet relief . 



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When the south wind wakes the flowers , 

And when fiills the summer i-a.ni - 
All tiie sadness will tui-n to jjladness , 
'• When the roses come again . " 




Our * Daniel ' s asleep in the land of gold , 
Willi the blue sky over his bed , 

And the moon and stars keep their nightly watch 
O ' er the grave of the sleeping dead . 

Over the stream in a solemn hour , 

( It was under the hush of night ; ) 

The boatman ean-ied the loving lad , 
And hid him away from sight . 

He saw the boatman approach tlie shore , 
Yet foai-ed not his spectral form ; 

He entered the bark with buoyant hopes , 
And smiled at the raging storm . 

The witers were dark and so very cold , 
And he heard the O'jean ' s roar ; 

Yet stMod at his post till he fell asleep , 
When the beautiful day was o'er. 

He fell not in battle among the brave , 
Whei-e the first of the tight began , 

But he died at home in a quiet way , 
In his duty to God and man . 

They mi<le his ^rave near his dear old home , 
Where ha passed the summer hours ; 

In beautiful May They laid him away , 
To rest in thi land of flowers . 



My brother , fatally injured by thi cars in May 1881 



JG'.i 



Once , man was hj'-ppy in the Garden of the Lord ; 
Sin and death unknown to him says the written word ; 
The Ga,rden , good and licaiilifnl . was given him to till , 
And heaven' s glories tilled the earth from mountain-peak to riU. 

'T was God that made it all by faith . designed and given to man ; 
Peopled by saints forever more was God ' s ci-eative plan . 
Nor will his plan be thwarted , though the devil by a lie . 
Deceived th« man and gained the earth and man was "loomed to dia. 

80 all was lost and from that day began Redemptinti ' s scheme ; 
And line by line the promise came , Lo all will I redeem . 
Go fo]-th a wail for Eilen lost and sin and death will reign ; 
An(i shout for joy a Savior's name and ai) redeemed again . 

The earth will never cease to be , bat be renewed by fire. 
'Twill be the hoine forever inoi-e of all the heavenly choir: 
For God has promised to our lord . liie faithful Abraham , 
And all his heirs a wealthy grant . fair Canaan ' s happy land . 

If we by faith the Lord obey, heiis shall we then become, 
With Isaac , Jacob and the rest to this immoi-tal home . [years , 
Heirs to a throne , joint heirs with Christ . to reign a thousand 
And wicked men and angels judge , foretold by righteous seers . 

80 Abrara died a wanderer , the promise unfultillcd ; 
And where is his estate today ? ' t is by the heathen tilled . 
He died . Vainly he longed to see the New Jerusalem ; 
That promise yet will be fulfilled to father Abraham . 

And we his heirs shall live with him and Christ shall be our king; 
In the New Earth our home shall be and all will shout and sing . 
The New Jerusalem will be the capital of earth : 
Mile after mile the city spreads its heavenly glories forth . 

Paul leaned on faith and longed to see that city yet to come . 
And Abraham looked forward too . and saw the promised home. 
That city twelve foundations hath , that by the Lord was laid , 
A wondrous Architect indeed , who always knew the trade . 

The names of all the holy twelve nre graven in the stone. 
And on the gates of ]iearl the tribes are written one by one .. 
Twelve ansrels . keepers of the gates f^tand there to keep secure , 
And nothing e'er shall enter in except the good and pure. 



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TIiH City n,3!^'l3 m saa nor moon nor stars nnr canrlle lig^'it ; 
Seven t'.>l<l move the day ' s incrnaseil and there shall t)e no •li^'-'it . 
No temple there ; Tlie Lamb of God . wiili The Ahniyhly One, 
Shall be the temple and the light , the Father and the Son . 

W« " 11 build and plant and long ei^oy the luscious heavenly fi-uit, 
And praise the Loi-J and sing, ami play Ihi! heavenly hai-p an I luta . 
Siekness and sorrow , pain and death . shall never ent^r there ; 
Forgotten are all former things in heaven so bj-ight and fair . 

Tears shall not tiov ; strife shall cease ; cro.vns of joy we'll wear : 
V/e'll'i^hout and sing a Savior's love , and palms t)f victory bear . 
Eye hath not seen nor ear hath hoard the joys our sensas greet , 
In heaven to dwell forever more our ha ipiness complete . 




GlS:<i3Sl 



<.s 




Away tVom the frowns and liannts of men. , 
Where the wild deer play in gorge and glen 
I sit where the rippling waters tiow , 
And oii';i" a prayer in accents low ; 
And thank my (j.id for a homs of peace , 
As I long for the ills of life to c.^asw . 
And The Father consoles his fretful ciiild . 
Wuen my v/ay is rough and my grief is wild . 

Ami oh how I love this safe i-etreat ! 
Wliere the flowers blossom around my feet ; 
An I the robins sing till the air is stii-red . 
By th ? grandest hymn that was evei" heard . 
And I know i:)y tlie svvt;etnes3 witiiin my heai-t , 
'J'ii it tiie aogels are n.'ar and wiU not dopirt , 
'I':-! chey showei* a bh^ssing upon my soul , 
Liky liie endless waves tlia,t forever roll . 

A it the time will come when peace will reign — 
I.; ''dv aching he irts ami there'll be no pain ; 
Ant the days and years will come and go. 
And our characters there will be white as snow . 
And over the heart will no shadows glide , 
As we sit and sing by the Savior' s side ; 
And i^very thing will be ruled by love , 
In those raansiona fair, in thai home above . 



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§§SKtFfiT^EE;SJEKE£^DJimS^ 



How tlifTerent is the world today ! 

From a Imiidrerl yeni-s ngT> : 
And what t ' will bt- a few y(»;iis hence , 

The V, litest man don " t know . 

Et^ery thing- was old fashion'^l then . 

And the world went smooth and slow ; 
But it seema wft ' vrt jumped on nnothei" world , 

For it ' tj rattle and bang- we gri . 

The oH lofiT hoiipp of years asro , 

With plain hewfd puncheon floors , 

Had windows deep nod f^'ljii) hoard roof , 
A lid heavy bolted Hoors . 

In the 'tiiM'-plnc"^ bnilt <^>:.t of (-(one , 
1'1'e tii'e ]oar"d and flash f'd t 

And from the choppers stmdy sirokea , 
The fiu-ests fell and crashed . 

But stylish mansions took tli«'ir place , 
"With arches . cui-ves and fret : , 

And many a man went to the wall , 
A tuesling' with the debt . 

The children played leapfrosj . seesaw 
And hide and seek in the hny : 

Or swept through the air on grapevine swings 
Or played ••march. marr.-h away." 

And cornstalk tiddl»s . bows and df>ll8 , 
As they have now ; and I ' m told : 

That children ' s fun is always new , 
Old people ' 8 fun grows old . 

Grandfather rode his saddle-horse , 

Three hundred miles away : 
That was the fastest way to go , 

In his and Jackson's day. 

But now the trains ! electi-ic cars ! 

Tliey almost take your breath ; 
Those iron horses diish each year, 

A thousand men to death . 



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How long' it tooli to plant their flcMs , 
Wilii pi'v.v , I'alieV fcpi le a'li h>>j ! 

One lUin <lcns more wit:i in > I jr a tools, 
'Itj-iu tea did yeais ago . 

Th«y cradled grain and nio.ved tlieir hay , 
' T w 18 hackacie work tu-se times; 

Machinery now does all the work , 
We sit mil hold the linen . 

Thoy 8liucked their c^-n wUh wooden p*ga 

Their lirig-esj! g- >t so SH-e I 
Now :2;')ti fiiig-ers doe3 the work , 

Alii it ' 3 a little chore. 

And thfiir post officie . store and mill - 
Tljfcy w^^re snt.'!i 8inall affa^irs ; 

And on th<»ir way they often saw , 
Deer , panthei-s . wolves and bears . 

But oil ther'j ' s such a mighty change I 

The mill ' s almost a lower ; 
Takes -ninety chang^es in St. Paul, 

To tui-u the wneat to dour . 

Bin Fi-aukiin sent the U. 8 mail , 

Ejch week Ui s'i^diunglon ; 
The porit put ail in ssa I i.e-bajd , 
Xo.f tu.',y ' d be ovorru.i . 

A. id th.jij" old lajnpa , what aor/y things ! 

A tire'Jy in ii;7-o ; 
^QUid tiiL'y but see oleciric iamps , 

ria;;y ' d ataro with wondering' fyes . 

In old Dutch oven:ill!ey J) iked their bread ; ■ 

We think it very strange : 
They ' d say , ** it takes a scientist , 

Ts* Ui;i a motiern range . " 

Grandfather , sail when riiapers camo , 

Ha ,vas too dazed to jiee ; 
** Mi'^hirie!"y thiti , niaciraiery that, 

it ' s all machinerje . " 

" To'j Hiwe machines V 1-4 sakes alive I" . 

I fi-3.u(l mother said , *' ' t wa' n't so ; " 
She ' d aeiumed and stitched fo;- sixty years , .' 

And ' machinery could n ' t sew . 



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Grandmother rode a hundred miles , 

Aiid went on horseback too ; 
To see her sister and some friends , 

Their acquaintance to i-enew . 

But when the telej'hone came ' round , 

By which lier sister spoke . 
She laiijs^hed , " some fool knows Betsy ' b voice , 

And thinks he'll play a joke." 

•Old couple, try this phonograph; 

And you ' 11 hear if you do , 
Old Hickory ' s fight at New Orleans , 

Or the battle of Waterloo . " 

Surprised . they heard nnd then they spoke : 
'"Of all the things we've met - 

The thousand wrtnders of this age , 
That caps the climax yet . " 

Progrefsicm spins the world along ; 

Its ci-eatures almost iiy - 
On wheels and cars , and in balloons 

We navigate the sky . 

Electric age , pathology . 

Almost I'cstores the dead ; 
The torn venti-icles restitched . 

Through veins the man is fed . 

Bones are removed or spliced from kino ; 

Calf's blood dilates the veins ; 
•'Patch broken skulls" back-woodsmen say 

•'And make a man new brains . 

They take the stomach out entire , 

Brake down the cataract ; 
' Lectricity compels for hours , 

The dead to live and act . 

Aud education ' s million books , 

Fainting and music too , 
Astronomy and ologies , 

The world ' s gone wild for you . 

Alluminum amazes us , 

A Klondike in renown ; 
Can make of it ' most any thing , 

A breastpin , bridge , or town . 



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Tunnels and ships and business plants 
A tenth I have not given ; 

The wonders of this bustling' age , 
Are many more than seven . 

\Ve. ' ve caught the rustling spirit too , 
As the tide of men rolls liy ; 

We ' ve hardly time to boi-n now , 
Nor hardly time to die . 





I ji eTKE CRITIC . 

# 

1 stood in a taxidermist * s shop. 
And calmly sui-veyed his work , 

When a critic with long wise face came in . 
Looking as staid as a Turk . 

"What think you of this, my latest job?" 
And the critic expressed a scowl ; 

"Poor, unnatui-al . and-" "Shoo there!" 
And away went the little owl . 

A man sat playing Beethoven ' s march ; 

"111 done"' said a critical elf ; 
All the rf^f-t wej-e entranced at what they heard , 

For Jieeihoven played, himself. 

An orator spoke to a spell-bound crowd ; 

"Could yoii hear Daniel Webster, I say. 
This mn.n would seem poor ; " ho critic ! for h« 
Was the oratoi- here this day . 

When the masons were building old Cheops tall • 

The oitic went up to see ; 
" Those masons are coblers , the mortar is bad . 

It never will stand , " said he . 

Orations and books . inventions and art , 

This gantlet Tnust run through and through 

Should critics get in to the beautiful world . 
They ' d criticise Paradise too . 

Now remember this , critic , and keep it in mind ; 

Don't lay it away on the shelf ; 
Nine tenths of the critics you meet with today . 

Will criticis3 Nature , itself . 




Y PLA' Sii 




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Lady play softly and sweetly for me , 

Softly for ine , yes sweetly for mo ; 
While in my fancy I dreamily see , 

Apollo ' s enchantress in pei-son of thee . 
Now in my musings I gaze on tliy face , 

(Smiling and hap]>y , no sorrow I ti'ace : 
Lady play softly and sweetly for me , 

Softly for me , yes sweetly for me . 

Wholly entranced in thy music so sweet , 

Music so sweet , thy music so sweet : 
Echoes of harmony grand and complete , 

Gran'l nnd complete , yes gi'and and complete . 
Thrumming lik« Orpheus the lyre for me , 

Singing like sii-ens down under the sea : 
Lady play softly nnd sweetly for me . 

Softly for me . yes sweetly fiu* me . 

Eloquent chords are the music for ine , 

Music for me , the music for me ; 
And then I seem floating o* er mountain and sea. 

Mountain and sea , o'er mountain and sea . 
On mupica.1 wings I go sailing along . 

To th' comj)'ny of choii'S to which I belong . 
To where there is nothing but music and song , 

Music and song , but music and song . 

O that such ecstasy ever should last ! 

Ever should last , forever should last ; 
Then would my sorrow be over and past , 

Over and past , be over and past . 
Magical raptures steal over my soul . 

Wheu waves of thy music around me doth roll : 
Lady play softly and sweetly for me , 

Softly for me , yes sweetly for me . 




<^ 



m 



CAMPING OUT. 




The old clock ticks on its homely shelf , 
Ami the crickets ai-e playing- a tune ; 

'i'he death-watch ticks in the bass-wood log , 
And I hear a distant bassoon . 

There's a hum and a buzz outside the screen , 
And I hear the fi-og-s at the rill , 

And the tii-eflies dance by the moss-grown chink . 
And the wolf barks away on the hill . 

There's a whip-pooi'-will on tlie old cave roof , 
And the night-hawk booms overhead , 

And the hoot of the owl in the scraggy oak . 
Sounds forth like a cry of dread . 

There's a pause . as deep as the sleep of death : 

For even the silence is still ; 
And the forest noise of a moment since , 

Has hushed as a single will . 

I received the message you wrote to me , 
All warm from your loving pen ; 

1 read it and then re-read it too , 
Then read it over again . 

Yes , I'm lonely my dear for Gi-acie and you , 
' Though busy as busy can be ; 

But much is my sadness and few are my smiles . 
Aa long as you're absent from me . 

Tonight may the stars softly beam on the tent . 

Where slumbei'S my darling and thee ; 
Remember me dear in your evening prayer , 

And then kiss the baby for me . 

O I if aught should befall you ami wee curly hair . 

No smile would enliven my face ; 
How quick would all brightness be changed into 

How sadlj' I'd finish my race ! [gloom I 

But when you return to our dwelling again , 

"There'll be joy in the morning" for me ; 

Music and (lancing and feasting once more , 
When you are companion with me . 




HI 



O ! once I was shif'ul for natiin had bound me , 

Arifi clown to perdition was di-agg-ing my soul ; 
And 1 was too helpless to break off" the letters , 

And clouds of desjiaiv o ' er me rolled . 
But Christ , the Redeemer in all of his holiness , 

Spoke ill the dejith of his soul . 
And broke off the fettejs and gave me my freedom . 

And then he spoke peace to uiy soul . 

Chorus . 
what has he done for my troubled soul ? 
what has he done for my soul V 

come and see that the Lord is ^ood , 
And see what he's done for my soul . 

So noyr I can praise him for all of his goodness , 
As through his green pastures we lovingly stroll ; 

And I am so happy for he ' s my companion , 
And carefully guardeth my soul . 

And when the wild whirlwind and tempest is raginff 
And darkness around me shall roll , 

1 Ml' look uj> to heaven and breathe his name softly, 

And ,he will speak peace to my soul . 

This beautiful story I ' 11 tell to the sinner . 

How Jesus can pardon and make the heart whole ; 
Then lost in his love with the seal of his kingdom , 

He ' II strengthen and polish your soul . 
You ' 11 stand in the l)attle and wait for the Savior , 

When heaven rolls back as a scroll , 
And Jesus will come in the grandeur of glory , 

And he will speak peace to your soul . 

Go , herald the tiilings that Jesus is v/aiting , 

To welcome the wanderer home to the fold ; 
Tell skeptics and heathens and v/oridly pj-ofessors , 

That heaven ' s more precious than gold . 
When thousands shall call to the rocks and the mountains 

When billows of fire shall roll ; 
Then Jesus, the Savior will be your protector, 

And he will speak peace to your soul . 



Jia 




Silently the shailows were falling- aci-oss the plains , 

When a mother's singing' in sad and soft refrains, 
Came across the g-.irilen and fell uijon my ears ; 

O ! it was so touehintj . my eyes were tilled with tears . 

Choi'us . 
"Jamie's on the ocean a-sailinjc o'er the sea, 
Whilo I'm iiei-e in prison awaiting- to l>e free." 

Sadness tilled my bosom , my soul vvivh g-rief was stirred , 
Deeper tones of soi row I never, never iieard ; 

Sad as any story of shipwi-eck on the sea , 

Came those words of s<;)i-row , that mother sang for me . 

"Jamie's on the ocean a sailing o'er the sea. 
While I'm here in prison a- waiting to be free." 

She was wildly raving aiivd they locked her in a cell ; 

' T was an act of kindness as any one will tell ; 
But looking Ibiough the window or pacing to and fro , 

Silt kept sadly singing in Dolce Sfortzando . 

"j.iiiiie's on the ocean a-sailing o'er the sea, 
Whde I ' m here in prison a-waiting to be free . " 

Wheji Jamie reached the harbor he bent his steps towards 
All was still and empty for mother dear was gone ; [home 

Mother ' s song is ended , she sleeps the vears away , 
But chanted oft this chorus unto her dying day . 

"Jamie's on the ocean a-sailing o'er the sea, 
While I ' m here in prison a-waiting to be free . " 





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O ! I Inng to l:.ehol(l you again , lovo , 

Wheii just as my bride you were dressed ; 
Yihen yon fondly bent o ' er me and kissed me , 

And pillowed iny head on yonr breast . 
O I it i)ringB back the blood to my heart , love , 

' T was the happiest day of my life . 
When you called me your husband forever , 

And forever you should be my wife . 

But now I'm so lonely, forsaken, 

A wanderer sad and alone ; 
And the skies once as bright as an emblem , 

Now look cold and as dull as a stone . 
! my life runs away like a stream . love , 

As I dream of the sweet loner ago ; 
For my star has gone down in the darkness , 

And my music grows Faddei* and slow . 

Tf the angels should come now and whisper. 

And say *' Child . your work all is done ; 
Fo!'^- your arms and lie down to your slumber , 

Till the Father shall call you to come . " 
O ! how welcome the summons would be love , 

For with out you this world lias no charm ; 
Glad to rest ' neath the clods of the valley , 

There's no discord, no ti-ouble nor harm. 



I sat on the porch at noontime , 

As the sun rolled through the skies , 
< v.-\ thought of the past and present , 
And tears came into my eyes . 

I thought of Ambition ' s morning , 
When I hoped to do some good , 

In the wide , wide world to its creaturea- 
And I fitilJ wish that I could : 



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But my wings are lopped and useless , 

My fire is smoldering' low ; 
My bi-ain once hot and restless , 
Moves cautiously and slow . 

I thought of the farm on the prairie , 
When father and I were young ; 

And then of the singing schools I taugbi 
And the many songs we sung ; 

Of the busy days in the school-room , 
The lectures and temperance songs , 

And how often I stood in the pulpit , 
And preached to listening throngs . 

I labored for those around me , 

Hoping some good to do ; 
Laid by like a useless ancient book , 

On this side of forty , too . 

Father , I do not understand , 

Why I ' ve run my race so soon ; 

"While others grow old in usefulness , 
I scarcely have reached my noon . 

Let me put my trembling hand in yours 
Now , lead me on my way ; 

Perhaps in heaven ' t will be made plain 
When the niifht turns into day . 




I ' m watching and waiting for something to do , 
And willing to labor for souls any-v/here ; 
O ! give ine thy spirit dear Savior to go , 
Through trials and conflicts thy message to bear . 
O ! give to me courage and strength from above . 
And wisdom and zeal . and O keep me from sin ! 
That I may go forth with thine armor of love , 
To herald abroad what my soul has within . 

I ' m tired of seeking for joy in this life , 
Where vanity boasts and where sellishness reigns 
With Jesus is peace and with out him is strife ; 
One look at his goodness and woridliness wanes . 



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Yes , Father I long for a happier place , 
And nothing I covet but Heaven and Thee ; 
My hope is made strong by the light of thy face , 
For God and the angels are coming foj' me . 

While waiting , we labor the homeless to save , 
Whom , Jesus on Calvary died to redeem ; 
We sing of his triumph o ' er death and the grave , 
And di'ink from the fount of the life-giving stream , 
All earth now enlightened with glory and truth . 
Will soon see the ten-ible wrath of the Lord : 
But we will be safe in the house-hold of faith , 
And mansions of glory will be our reward . 




Sad is the change as the years go by , 
Like a muffled bell ' s slow tolling ; 

Has pleasure and peace forevi^r gone , 
Like the ages onward rolling V 

There was a time , yes a happy time ; 

Ah ! it sets her blue eyes streaming ; 
When he was kijid and in lo%'e she laid , 

Her head on his bosom dreaming . 

But she kissed a friend . and in jealous rage , 
He struck and swore like a sailor ; [thing, 

Her lips , how they quivered ! poor fi-ightened 
But he ' s now in the hands of the jailer. 

His heai't is ice , but his tongue is a fire , 
And her love is fast receding ; 

Think of it , bitter and cruel man ! 

How her heart is crushed and bleeding . 

Jealousy, "green-eyed monster" away! 

Hateful in name and feature ; 
Cruel as death and the grave you are , 

And satan ' s infernal preacher . 

Cheer up dear ladj' . he ' s gone for aye , 

Your remembrance tlows like a rivef ; 

But jealousy will in the lake of tire , 
Be annihilated forever . 



lie 




THE MESSENGER. 




Sometimes I walk down the bustling street 
With a soft slow traad ' mid the throng I meet 
But they pass me by , or they thrust rae away , 
For they have no time for a sermon today . 
But by and by when the end shall come , 
They must fold their hands when their work is d 'ne: 
Death will close the door and then drop the blinu , 
And their ti-easures of wealth will be left behind 

So , I hie me away , for in solitude 

I meet no rebuffs nor hear vt)ices rude ; 

And I think , how over that city of men , 

The Savior sorrowed and vv'ept again . 

Ho-.v anxious I feel but it does no good ; 

And I stand in the place where the Savior stood , 

Longing to rescue some precious soul , 

Ere the wrath of God down the sKies shall roll . 



:P'T3se3;3iugBaY.«M 



' t is a solemn thought ! 

We ' re hast ' ning to the close , 
Of all tliat mortal life does include , 

Labors and joys and woes . 

' t is a joyful thought I 

That we are near the e id ; 

And soon that day will come that will bring 
Our Savior and our Fi-ieud » 

Help us each day to live , 

As though it were our Last ; 

That v/ i each hour may live sanctilied . 
And be saved when this life is past . 



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yad and pensive I walk the floor , 

Pondering- deeply within my miud , 
How to decide ; I lock the door , 

And then raise the window and close the blind . 
Gentle as ever this dark world knew , 

True as the Bun in his daily round . 
Pnre as frost- flakes that ever flew . 

Through the argent skies to the icy ground . 

Pageant enough for a paladin ' s fight , 

Yet modest and sunny , her lovely face ; 
Charming and beautiful . all just right ; 

Then what is lacking ? please your grace . 
The blo,-)d rushes back upon ray heart . 

As I think of the wide , wide gap between ; 
I in the rough . how it makes me smart ! 

She in her faultless and flowery mien . 

Was born a lady of queenly type . 

Her fam'ly is all of the upper moid ; 
While I grew up in the wild rough West , 

Rambling around in search of gold . 
Her bi-other and I were loyal friends , 

Although his path lay above my plane ; 
Shall we separate ? how my bosom rende ! 

But my infinite loss will be her gain . 

Could she be satisfied with my love ? 

Nothing but poverty , else , have I ; 
Reared in a treasure-house like a dove , 

She would regret in the "by and by," 
Her choice in leaving a bountiful home , 

For one so scanty as mine would-be , 
And over the world like a beggar to roam , 

Phantasmal tears would follow me . 

No , better to part ; ' though well I know , 

Her equal I never shall meet again ; 
I ' !! choose one equal with ma I trow . 

She ' 11 do the same and be happy then . 
Ah ! it racks my brain till I ' m almost wild , 

For we both may fail in another ' s lovs ; 
But I ' II brave my fate with a face beguiled , 

But will love you Annie in heaven above . 



IM 




WEARY CF L!F£. 




Since fathei- and mother have both g"one away , 
I'm weary of life and I dont want to stay ; 

They'i-e sleeping under the sod . 
I tl)OLig-ht the future no sorrow would bring , 

And lovM'd to make the^ welkin ring , 
But now I'm so sad that I can not sing : 

Their spii-ita iiave gone to God . 

O why do you mourn for them so my child? 
And why is your soitow so loud and wild ? 

And is thei-e no hope for the lost 'i 
Or is it because they were false and untrue? 

Or is it V;ecause they cai-ed nothing for youV 
And are you alone and your friends but few? 

Your locks are all covered with frost . 

no ; They were gentle anri loving to me , 
And tliat is the reason I love them you see ; 

'i'ogether they wrought and gi-ew old . 
O'er life's stoi-iny waves they rode and were true , 

And both fell asleep with Canaan in view : 
These (lowers I've brought on their graves to strew, 

Although they aj-« still and cold . 



Theii- sleep in the Lord will be short , and then 
Jehovah will call them to action again ; 

But not in a sin cursed land . 
If they have l)een faithful and kept his word , 

( Although tjjey were mortal and sometimes erred, ) 
Their iij|ai-ts will be glad and tlieir souls will be 

By the harps in angelic hands . [stirred , 

Then son-ow and grief will be known no more ; 
And we shall lejoice on that heavenly shore ; 

Father and mother and me . 
All who are saved in the land of th' blest , [west . 

Shall come from the sea , from t!i.i east and the 
And together shall dwell in the Kingdom of Rest , 

An 1 •• The iiing iu his Bjauty shall see . " 



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Sah'ation ' s gates are open wide , 

! haste to enter in ; 
"The Spirit and the Bride say, 'Come," 

And wash away thy sin . ' 

" They're coming- home , they're coming home , 
Behold them coming home . " 

Whoever hears the joyful news , 

Piochiim it down the line ; 
And 'rouse the sinner from his sleep , 

In this accepted time . 

They ' re trav'ling home , Ih^y ' re trav'ling home , 
They ' re hast'ning to thyir home . 

Soon all the saved will be at rest , 

The wicked doomed to fate ; 
Unletts you speed in haste your flight . 

Your cry will be , *' Too late . " 

We ' re all at home , yes all at home , 
We all are gathered heme . 



THE SCULPTORrn ^ 




I watched the sculptor day by day , 

With the chisel in his hand , 
Cutting the letters plain and deep , 

On the monuments , eo grar.d . 

This marble came fvoni The Granite State ; 

Octagon in its form; 
' T will marR the gi-ave of a noble man , 

Who fell in a leaden storm : 

For he was the leader in the charge , 
And the stars .ind sti-ipes he bore , 

Where the shot and shell fell thick as hail , 
/kmid the cannon ' s roar . 



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The miser has a costly shaft , 
The tramp a wooden slab ; 

The first is Honoi'able F. Clark , 
The second just called Rab . 

The rich and poor , the good and bad 
Inscribed with lovely verse ; 

Their friends out-did all common sense 
In caskets , clothes and hearse . 

This cenotaph is reared for one , 

Who fell upon the plain; 
But when and how he lost his life , 

A mystery must remain . 

There is a monument I crave , 

It is the best of all ; 
I ' 11 raise it in the hearts of men , 

And then ' t will never fall . 



The Stars like taffy , indeed they do , 
And if you deny it I ' 11 prove it , loo : 
For . they met litire at college last Friday night , 
And the collegre g'ate they wound lock-tight , 
With taffy . 

The key-hole received its ample share , 
They daubed the side of the college stair , 
And over the hat-hooka for me and you , 
They 3m3arad at least a pound or two , 
Of taffy . 

Some said : "As sure as fate I ' 11 swear , 
If it gets on my clothes or in my hair ; " 
But we escaped by a sharp lookout , 
For even the door was dabbled about , 
With taffy . 

On the cliaple organ's cari:)et treadle , 
They tried to sketch a taffy fiddle ; 
And then on the black-board they wrote in white, 
"A tafly-puUing last Friday night, 
Of taffy . " 



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But janitor Howie's spunk ran high ; 
Said he , " do you think a fool am I ? 
The Stars will have to clean that muso . 
Or else quite likely there '11 be a fuss , 
Alwut the taffy . " 

And BO while chapel was going on , 
A dozen Stars or more was gone - 
With brooms and water , such a clatter ! 
A-sloshin , swishin went the latter , 
On that taffy . 

When the task was done with a long straight face , 
They marched into chapel with charming grace , 
A.nd tried to look soV)er; but then from their winking, 
I know in their minds they kept constantly thinking. 
Confound the taffy . 




I had a gaiden . very fine , » 

A vineyard full of fruiting vines , 

An orchard full of blooming trees , 

( The air seemed full of humming bees , ) 

But the frost has killed it all . 
On berry vines and bushes giew 
The luscious fruit and blossoms too; 
My heart was tilled with sweet delight , 
I kept it clean with all my might , 

And my reward is gall . 

I walked my garden 'round and 'round , 
The black and dead was all I found; 
Limp and lifeless was every thing; 

that I had a southern wing ! 

Where frosts ne'er fall at e%-en . 

1 sat me down and there I cried , 
But presently my tears 1 dried; 
Whilst gazing on the blackened ground , 

My thoughts leaped out with lightning bound- 
There ' 11 be no frosts in heaven . 



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I had a farm ; no better soil , 
Rewarded any workman's toil . 
The grass was nearly three feet high; 
I sharped my sickle for the rye , 

And waited for the morrow . 
The wheat and oats will soon be yellow . 
And I am quite a prosperous fellow; 
The cornblades waving in the air , 
And eveiy thing is bidding fair ; 

Hencefoi'th I need not borrow . 

My crop will yield a hundredfold ; 
I ' II take my ease when I grow old ; 
I ' 11 put my money where it ' s safe . 
And keep it where ' t will be no waif . 

The air seems hot and sultry . 
A cloud rolls up the wedtei-n sky : ' 
' T is greenish black and seems to fly . 
The hailstorm's come ! Its woi'k is done ; 
I weep and wish my race was run — 

No hail in Happy Ultra . 

I had a splendid cottair'' home , 
Witji ferns of highland feathery chrome ; 
The roses bloomed around the door , 
The arbor had a bluegi-ass tioor , 

And all was grand . I planted . 
The wind , the roses fragrance swept 
Right through the hall . and then it crept 
Upstairs and down . that almost brought 
A faii-y land , I sometimes thought . 

Ah ! yes it was enchanted . 

My house was built in Gothic Style , 
With painted arches o'er the aisle; 
My flower sentries looking out , 
My ravelin were and spiced redout , 

While reading in my liaven . 
My paintings hung upon the wall — 
A cyc'one came and scattered ail . 
' A little stonn-cave jast outside , 
Was all tijit saved us from the tide , 
W!ille wii.l the v/ind was raving . 



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The house is scatlered down the bill; 
The barn is mixed up with the mill; 
The oats , the corn and hay is gone , 
And every thing looks so torlorn : 

The woods were mowed like clover . 
The stock was drowned above the dam ; 
All that was left , a cotswold ram ; 
A.il , all was lost - the teai's fell fast — 
I smiled, tiie sunshine o'er me passed — 

No cyclones can reach oyer . 

rhere's nothing here but trials sore, 
A.nd disappointments o'er and o'er; 
1 view them <inly in the past , 
For I am sure they will not last , 

They are a lesson given : 
Set not your heart on earthly things , 
For e'en the treasures and wealth of kings = 
Are fading fast and passing away , 
Like dieting shadows and raists of spray , 

And nothing is lasting but heaven . 




I am sinking , husband , sinking , 

And they tell me this is death ; 
Lay the baby on my pillow , 

Lot me feel her sweet warm breath 
Press me closer to your bosom . 

For I feel so strangely wild ; 
Soon I ' 11 close my eyes forever . 

Heaven bless my darling child I 

Chorus . 

Bweetly lay me to rest , 

In my bed in the ground; 

I will answer the call , 

When the trump shall sound . 

Soon I'll cross the foaming billows; 

Yes. I'm borne upon the tide; 
But vrith Jesus as the Pilot , 

O'er death's waves I'll safely ride . 



12i 



Soon my place here will be vacaut ; 

Will you miss meV Tell me this : 
Shall I look for you in heaven? 

Shall I greet you with a kiss ? 

Dry your tears my loving husband , 

For your stay will not be long ; 
Listen ! Don't you hear them singing? 

that grand angelic song ! 
Farewell ! I must go and leave you , 

But what joys thei-e are in store 
For 113 . wlien beytmd death's river , 

Wa shall meet to part no more . 





mim THE CITY. 



Within ! While the ages shall linger , 

With myriad feet we shall tread 
The sti-eets jiointed out by Faitli's tinger , 

Away from the laml of the dead . 
Its aisles stretch away in my vision , 

Beyond the dim distance of sight , 
While character robed in precision , 

Translates us to beings of light . 

And forever , while cycles shall vanish , 

We'll live 'mid effulgence and love. 
Where Lucifer never can banish , 

One soul from those mansions above . 
home ! In delirious quivers , 

No soul storm-beaten and tossed , 
Will be hurled hope-foumiered to shivers , 

Ammg the wrecks of the lost . 

We Ml be out of reach of temptation , 

And forget the allurements of sin; 
No business by act of legation , 

When once we have entered within . 
O City ! Among thy musicians . 

We ' 11 strike to the sweet harpsichord , 
And the gem-spangled blue dome elysian , 

Shall "echo the praise of our Lord," 



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^ 

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Onward and nn throu^:;-!! the busiest worM , 
Flyiiif^ lik« rockets or leaves wiliily whirled , 
In useful channels some eons are spent . 
And others are useless and on mischief bent . 
Where aie the school-boys and brig-ht college girlsV 
Out where this life's wheel so dizzily whirls, 
Busy with life in the most of her schemes , 
Catching at sunshine or shadow and dreams . 
There you will find those we knew at the school , 
Reaching for what? The Ultima Thule . 

Gene is a miner and faithful as e'er . 

The fav'rite of all in the wliole college year . 

Mitchell's a blacksmith . a Titan in arm , 

Aid Mike dropped liis books and bought hira a farm. 

Jo was long-fingered, and Sarn was a swell, 

Sa^ is a na^ob and .Jo ' s in a cell . 

Mary is teaching . and Delia ' s a star , 

"While (rraco in the opera plays the guitar . 

Lucy the artist . stenogr-apher Sue . 

Each have a clnss and are prosperous . too . 

Philip * s a mer(;!iant and honest in tj-ade , 

And provident Geoi-ge owns The Iowa Blade . 

Lang is in Congress and Jake is a tramp , 

Jim is a captain in a cavalry camp . 

Jack's on the ocean, a sea-captain, brave. 

And orator Patterson sleeps in his grave . 

Will i« a doctor , a dentist is Rob , 

Ely is a dude and a regular snob . 

Beautiful Bessie and Miss Dolly Keltz , 

Were pretty . too pretty for any thing else . 

Jenny and Nora became each a bride , 

And liglit-hearted Sadie a dark suicide . 

Charlie's a druggist. Guy keeps a hotel, 

Blake is a drunkard and gambler as well . 

Wynn is a banker , whose paper ' s at par , 

Dodd ' 8 in the pulpit and Flynn ' s at the bar . 

FranR is a book-worm of business and pluck , 

A professor in college of great volapuk . 

The Belle of the school and Herculean Powers , 

Are raoul'dring to dust and asleep with the flowers . 



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Bi' R«ni a;il Jj3?? , an i V\r.r\& an I Miles, 
Ella an I Ai'tlur. an I Flora an I Giles, 
A'-i nairrirt'l aii hipoy or cheatei an! sMd— 
Rib'>i3ii or C'^untarf-^it . jewels or gold. 
Suiaible Gum, Clarissa and Choice. 
Single With Oicar ani Mark can r'jolce . 
B>iii r3.vjhin» hijfher , and soni ff^ii? down 
BiMiny or brawn" or actinT^ the clown — 
In w>ialth or w'lsdoin . ca.'vinsf a name , 
Sinking or ra-)antin^ tha iaad>!r of fam'j . 
Bit will tkey inaki this populous earth. 
Bitter or WD/se tha.a ' t waj at their birth? 



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